Letras
Look, I know they wanna beef me cause I'm lit And I don't like to talk, they got it twisted About the kid shit
Anywhere I walk, you know I got it on my hip
On bars, give me four now, let me talk my shit
Where my nigga slapped the stick, up in Where my nigga slapped the stick, brodi ran him out his kicks
Nigga had his rams and started ducking from
a flicks shit
I cant have a bitch try to do me like I'm PnB Got a couple views and now the bitches wanna DM me
Said she got a man shit, might just have to
TMG
Talk about a trap, but your phones up on DND
You're meant to lick the shots but how the fuck you meant to know
If there's opps upon the block then how the fuck you meant to know
The block was looking hot but how the fuck you meant to know
Them niggas moving fake, I went & done this with my sho
I lost a pack, I made it back, them niggas know I get it gone
Had me trapping out them flats, them cold nights were getting long
In the bands with the cat, he's putting crack up on the bong
This beef ain't going on, how they be chatting in songs
He's talking bout a box, he got a zino up on works
Talking bout a dots but he ain't gonna let it burst
I ain't talking to a thot, in the booth we're putting work
I ain't beefing over songs, we can leave it to the curb
I heard that I got robbed shit, I heard that I got stabbed
I heard I tried to run, the dotty hit me in my back
I heard that I got shot, I lift my shirt, you know it's cap
I heard the niggas on me, we be laughing at the tracks shit
I can't have a bitch to try do me like I'm PnB
Got a couple views and now the bitches wanna DM me
Said she got a man shit, might just have to TMG
Talk about a trap, but your phones up on DND
Your meant to lick the shot's but how the fuck you meant to know
If there's opps upon the block then how the fuck you meant to know
The block was looking hot but how the fuck you meant to know
Them niggas moving fake I went and done this with my sho
Stacking up my guala, love counting it
Real Cali, five bills, a ounce for this