Mouth Closed BandGang Paid Will (Ft. BandGang Masoe & Tee Grizzley)
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[Hook: Masoe]
They investigating what we making
But you could never count, nigga weigh it
Pull up to yo spot and leave it vacant
That's the consequence that come with hating
If I ever get a chance I'mma take it
That's the only way that I'mma make it
We was with the shit when you was faking
Never signed my name on no statements
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
You know I talk a lot of trash I'm Oscar the grouch
Tell these Elmo ass niggas shut they fucking mouth
Send shots at me on twitter, I send shots in yo house
Yo bitch is blessed to live, cause I shot in her mouth
Can't be without the pistol with this kind of cuban on
Two-kilo grams I need pads for my collar bone
I might be back in prison by the end of the month
I can't stop fucking with them drugs, that's what got me on
Free Will, free Tay treat 'em like my brothers
We get money, we'll bust you, we some sharks and hustlers
I had a cellphone in prison Lo 'll vouch for me
Free them gangsters and them lords I met in Kentucky
Bow down when you see me, boy I run cities
Me and hustle with 2 models, we don't run bitches
If you seen me a Mose you would run from me
If I put you niggas on, you would run with it
They investigating what we making
But you could never count, nigga weigh it
Pull up to yo spot and leave it vacant
That's the consequence that come with hating
If I ever get a chance I'mma take it
That's the only way that I'mma make it
We was with the shit when you was faking
Never signed my name on no statements
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
You know I talk a lot of trash I'm Oscar the grouch
Tell these Elmo ass niggas shut they fucking mouth
Send shots at me on twitter, I send shots in yo house
Yo bitch is blessed to live, cause I shot in her mouth
Can't be without the pistol with this kind of cuban on
Two-kilo grams I need pads for my collar bone
I might be back in prison by the end of the month
I can't stop fucking with them drugs, that's what got me on
Free Will, free Tay treat 'em like my brothers
We get money, we'll bust you, we some sharks and hustlers
I had a cellphone in prison Lo 'll vouch for me
Free them gangsters and them lords I met in Kentucky
Bow down when you see me, boy I run cities
Me and hustle with 2 models, we don't run bitches
If you seen me a Mose you would run from me
If I put you niggas on, you would run with it
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