[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse]
Neck on tension-tension, they bipolar
Trigger finger got the Z's, it got Glockoma
This that good Plug pack, you smell it on my odor
Spent a pretty penny on my jewels, these is not loaners
I don't know why you cuffed that rat ass, that bitch a roller
Bitch, I been gettin' real money since Motorolas
Niggas pourin' good swamp water in exotic sodas
Gave the bitch good perky dick and left her in a coma
She say she wanna eat my dick 'cause she like my fashion
Another dead nigga on the 'Gram, you'll be another caption
What, you thought we was fuckin' for free? Ain't nothin' happenin'
I went to the casino with the Stincs and fell in love with Dragon
All my niggas shit talkers, ain't none of us average
Every bitch I hit is a dime, ain't none of 'em catfish
He the only nigga eatin' in this camp, homies must be fastin'
When we say we gettin' money, ain't none of us cappin'
If I say the word, you get whacked, I got mob ties
I hang with big dogs, y'all niggas poodles, my niggas rottweilers
I ain't worried 'bout my opps, them niggas cop callers
In my indictment, they was callin' me a shot caller
Just a whole bunch of washed up hoopers, them niggas was ballers
Your bitch was suckin' Long John Silver and you would call her
You don't want her suckin' everybody dick, then you shouldn't have taught her
You want a fade F&N, give him a taper like a good barber
Good Plug pack in the air, people thinkin' I farted
Keep the fin equipped with the 'fit while I'm long sharkin'
You gon' pay two-fifty a line, it ain't up for bargainin'
Think you gon' get a win with the team, you might as well forfeit
I always got my heater, please don't think I won't torch it
I jumped off the porch like this, it's nothin' more to it
Why the labels hoein' y'all son? We droppin' more music
Been a coach since a juvenile, needin' money, act Nord Cupid
Stop postin' all them guns on the 'Gram 'cause y'all don't use 'em
Last summer, flu flammers, scammer, don't got no Judases
No, you can't come 'round gang and them, we ain't got no room for you
Gotta stop givin' bitches perky dick 'cause they losin' it
Kick flippin' any 'fit, it don't matter what shoes I'm in
For sure you finna suck some dick, it don't matter what mood you in
He only had EDD money, you can tell he was new to scammin'
Watch me turn a four to a eight, watch me use my magic
Nigga didn't even have his gun cocked, he was new to jackin'
She always got the Wock' and the Oxi, I'll abuse my [?]
He always got his red, white, and blue card, that's my Uncle Sam
I'm tryna get a billion, he only want a couple grand
Diamonds got disco moves, they in love with dancin'
I was in the pen' buffin' up 'cause the Plug was scammin'
My bullets touch squares in the head like they ass in Madden
I always got that shit on me 'cause I'm a fashion addict
I see you niggas mad on the 'Gram 'cause the fans be havin' it
.223 bullets for niggas thinkin' they Rampage Jackson
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse]
Neck on tension-tension, they bipolar
Trigger finger got the Z's, it got Glockoma
This that good Plug pack, you smell it on my odor
Spent a pretty penny on my jewels, these is not loaners
I don't know why you cuffed that rat ass, that bitch a roller
Bitch, I been gettin' real money since Motorolas
Niggas pourin' good swamp water in exotic sodas
Gave the bitch good perky dick and left her in a coma
She say she wanna eat my dick 'cause she like my fashion
Another dead nigga on the 'Gram, you'll be another caption
What, you thought we was fuckin' for free? Ain't nothin' happenin'
I went to the casino with the Stincs and fell in love with Dragon
All my niggas shit talkers, ain't none of us average
Every bitch I hit is a dime, ain't none of 'em catfish
He the only nigga eatin' in this camp, homies must be fastin'
When we say we gettin' money, ain't none of us cappin'
If I say the word, you get whacked, I got mob ties
I hang with big dogs, y'all niggas poodles, my niggas rottweilers
I ain't worried 'bout my opps, them niggas cop callers
In my indictment, they was callin' me a shot caller
Just a whole bunch of washed up hoopers, them niggas was ballers
Your bitch was suckin' Long John Silver and you would call her
You don't want her suckin' everybody dick, then you shouldn't have taught her
You want a fade F&N, give him a taper like a good barber
Good Plug pack in the air, people thinkin' I farted
Keep the fin equipped with the 'fit while I'm long sharkin'
You gon' pay two-fifty a line, it ain't up for bargainin'
Think you gon' get a win with the team, you might as well forfeit
I always got my heater, please don't think I won't torch it
I jumped off the porch like this, it's nothin' more to it
Why the labels hoein' y'all son? We droppin' more music
Been a coach since a juvenile, needin' money, act Nord Cupid
Stop postin' all them guns on the 'Gram 'cause y'all don't use 'em
Last summer, flu flammers, scammer, don't got no Judases
No, you can't come 'round gang and them, we ain't got no room for you
Gotta stop givin' bitches perky dick 'cause they losin' it
Kick flippin' any 'fit, it don't matter what shoes I'm in
For sure you finna suck some dick, it don't matter what mood you in
He only had EDD money, you can tell he was new to scammin'
Watch me turn a four to a eight, watch me use my magic
Nigga didn't even have his gun cocked, he was new to jackin'
She always got the Wock' and the Oxi, I'll abuse my [?]
He always got his red, white, and blue card, that's my Uncle Sam
I'm tryna get a billion, he only want a couple grand
Diamonds got disco moves, they in love with dancin'
I was in the pen' buffin' up 'cause the Plug was scammin'
My bullets touch squares in the head like they ass in Madden
I always got that shit on me 'cause I'm a fashion addict
I see you niggas mad on the 'Gram 'cause the fans be havin' it
.223 bullets for niggas thinkin' they Rampage Jackson
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