Swats
These otts is checking in man
You know why boy Ace need it
Are these otts checking in with blog pages and all that?
You know what I mean?
We're in the * streets
Get down in the streets
I got otts checking in with blog pages
How the hell can I beef these guys?
I got whores trying to make me laugh with their puss
How the * can I be so frad
Like I don't roll with nads
Not the one from church road One who
used to burn my man and then he turned
road Gangsta things in me was natural when I turned
road I ain't got otts they know it suck when I
go ghost They know it suck when I don't pause for a
sec I don't pause so I snap, be tryna turn up
the ends You niggas keep talking,
this alert in the
feds There's more than the ends, yeah I know but
it's tense We shooting our otts tryna leave them in tents
Big homies told me rap more, make it at the ends
But I'm tryna ride more,
catch another Then I might focus on my music instead
Might focus on my music more Chipping for some burners
Give them to the shooters more Bones really down for the coozey,
this shoots
a raw No gloves,
Ellie likes it when I * her raw
I don't like to talk,
just for me when it's time to talk
Walk into the yard like it's sports on money walk
Merry jeans, paint splashed and I got funny walk
Satting with me everywhere,
don't get no funny thoughts
I got otts checking in with blog pages
How the hell can I beef these guys?
I got whores trying to make me laugh with their puss
How the * can I be so frad Like I don't roll with nads
Not the one from church road One who
used to burn my man and then he turn
road Gangster things in me was natural when I
turn road I ain't got otts,
they know what's up when
I go ghost My nigga phone in front of what?
Otts in what a month I don't know what to tell him but I just
say I'm on the block Same * going on,
otts still tryna slide
Niggas talk * and it's the ones that don't glide
I ain't got time for no fake love Niggas
say they love you but I see them do
some fake stuff And when * really hits the fan I see niggas
go ghost I can't call them a mate,
can't call them
a gang Can't call them a homie though,
talking best
* so I took homies rolly bro Guy
ain't on glides even though I got motion
bro Get mad and go,
I ain't with you this morning
bro 16 you probably see me doing neck toot
Older now I'll go and let the tech toot And
what you think I'm at around some net roll
rule ass * This is sick we got a step from otts checking
in with blog pages How the hell can I beef these guys?
I got whores trying to make me laugh with their puss
How the * can I be so frad Like I don't roll with nads
Not the one from church road One who
used to burn my man and then he turn
road Guy see things in me was natural when I turn
Not the one from Church Road,
one who used to burn my man and then he turned road
That's the truth in me,
it was natural when I turned road
I ain't go out there no a suck when I go ghost
No, no, no, no, no