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It's Kosfinger, baby
My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga
Bro spot a opp he chase him Jump out, gang, leave shit on the pavement
Somebody tell me what that nigga thinkin
For the go on the block where the opps start bangin
Young nigga livin' too dangerous
Shorty a shark, don't care about no danger
Bro not from Texas, but move like a ranger When I shoot all my shots, all these shits
Finna flame ya
Young nigga, he wanna chase him
Get back gang, this shit not basic
Brody done left a nigga on the pavement
He was talkin' that shit & got burnt with a laser
My nigga, you know he gon' bake ya
Why the fuck you keep runnin' these shots finna chase ya
Bro caught a hot one, he had to taste em
Nigga fell on his back after catchin' a chaser
If We got a problem, we can bang it out I don't go back and forth with the opps at
The mouth
Nigga just tell me what you is about
So I can just put the lil' nigga right down
Like, nigga, let's figure it out
I don't get it poppin, these shots comin' out These niggas be tuckin, they stuck in the house
But talk all that shit like they really pop out We do BTA, we beatin' on niggas like GTA
Lil bro ina shark pop out, let's race
We can fuck on that bitch anytime of the day
Shorty a bop, holdin' the Glock If she see my opp, that bitch finna pop
Runnin' and runnin, that nigga don't stop
So he finna catch a 30, not a shot
Them all my niggas I really fuck with my niggas
And you know my niggas bustin' the trigger
So don't try to walk up and get you a picture
Like, nigga, I'll tell you the realest we might play around, but could end up a killin
Basically, nigga, don't go with your system you thought wit your head, now that stupid shit missin