[Intro: Succeed Phlyguy]
Yeah, ya know, oh
I dont even thing they gonna understand this one
But you know, I'm not for fuck niggas to understand, haha
Succeed
[Verse 1: Succeed Phlyguy]
Oh you killer on the gram? OG Bobby Johnson
All those guns in your video, quit camouflaging
Niggas live on they live feed until they lifing
Niggas mob in the studio but soft in real life
This shit here is gettin out of hand
The same energy you had, I need that shit again
You know the way you said it, when you said it to your man
I'm in your grill now, nigga, say that shit again
I'm in your grill now, nigga this ain't snapchat
Nah, put this motherfucker to your snapback
This is 0-100 Dodge Johnny Hellcat
Bitches ain't finna recognize you in the trash bag
Cut a arm, cut a leg
What the fuck am I aimming at? If I ain't aimming at his head?
I'ma empty out the clip until that motherfucker dead
I like .40s but I rather hit him with the Smith & Wesson
The .40 hella cool but the Wesson leave no shit
Hot damn, ya sick, but this nigga off his meds
I'm fly, cockpit like I took off in a jet
Her mouth, my dick, her head bobbing on the set
I'm just that lit, what the fuck did you expect
Yeah, ya know, oh
I dont even thing they gonna understand this one
But you know, I'm not for fuck niggas to understand, haha
Succeed
[Verse 1: Succeed Phlyguy]
Oh you killer on the gram? OG Bobby Johnson
All those guns in your video, quit camouflaging
Niggas live on they live feed until they lifing
Niggas mob in the studio but soft in real life
This shit here is gettin out of hand
The same energy you had, I need that shit again
You know the way you said it, when you said it to your man
I'm in your grill now, nigga, say that shit again
I'm in your grill now, nigga this ain't snapchat
Nah, put this motherfucker to your snapback
This is 0-100 Dodge Johnny Hellcat
Bitches ain't finna recognize you in the trash bag
Cut a arm, cut a leg
What the fuck am I aimming at? If I ain't aimming at his head?
I'ma empty out the clip until that motherfucker dead
I like .40s but I rather hit him with the Smith & Wesson
The .40 hella cool but the Wesson leave no shit
Hot damn, ya sick, but this nigga off his meds
I'm fly, cockpit like I took off in a jet
Her mouth, my dick, her head bobbing on the set
I'm just that lit, what the fuck did you expect
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