[Intro]
Niggas do too much motherfuckin' talkin' for me...
Cause once I quit responding to niggas, and I just chill...
We got a problem, blood
[Hook]
I ain't scared of these clowns nigga
I'ma bury these rounds in 'em
You ain't really from the hood, nigga
Ya kids scared of me now nigga
Why you act so tough
When you wanna be around niggas?
I took a trip to yo' hood
You nowhere to be found nigga
[Verse]
First off, nigga fuck yo hood
You know where I'm from
Your OG's upstate getting fucked
Bitch nigga don't hold yo tongue
Ya baby ma scoop me and she prolly wavin'
She really don't want this, you not behavin'
Kill all yo kids when I pop them gauges
I bet ya you caused that operation
Hol' up
Spit on yo homie grave like "Fuck yo god"
If blood don't stop, ya whole set dumb
Call you motherfuckers operation "Dumbo Drop"
Gun gon' pop
I'm laughing at this nigga like "What the fuck make yo stuff so hot?"
Oh, cause y'all like chilling with the birds?
Turn your grandparents to a gumbo pot
You niggas gon' learn, and yo love gon' drop
Ya daughters gon' burn, and yo sons gon' rot
The funny thing about it, nigga really think you got it
'Til we put him at the bottom, bet you love yo spot
Fuck those cops, I'ma tell him "I'ma kill you"
Smellin' mildew when the snub nose flock
Ass backwards like a password
Not where you claim to be, you don't love yo block
You really don't bang, you don't hug no Glock
Your homeboy like "Man, bruh won't box"
Your mama still alive only cause I'm sterilized
Fuck it, bitch can die, you don't love yo pops
This nigga triv, you can front hard blood, but your stuff so soft
You only off the piss when I pop the clip and you hug yo crotch, Nigga
Niggas do too much motherfuckin' talkin' for me...
Cause once I quit responding to niggas, and I just chill...
We got a problem, blood
[Hook]
I ain't scared of these clowns nigga
I'ma bury these rounds in 'em
You ain't really from the hood, nigga
Ya kids scared of me now nigga
Why you act so tough
When you wanna be around niggas?
I took a trip to yo' hood
You nowhere to be found nigga
[Verse]
First off, nigga fuck yo hood
You know where I'm from
Your OG's upstate getting fucked
Bitch nigga don't hold yo tongue
Ya baby ma scoop me and she prolly wavin'
She really don't want this, you not behavin'
Kill all yo kids when I pop them gauges
I bet ya you caused that operation
Hol' up
Spit on yo homie grave like "Fuck yo god"
If blood don't stop, ya whole set dumb
Call you motherfuckers operation "Dumbo Drop"
Gun gon' pop
I'm laughing at this nigga like "What the fuck make yo stuff so hot?"
Oh, cause y'all like chilling with the birds?
Turn your grandparents to a gumbo pot
You niggas gon' learn, and yo love gon' drop
Ya daughters gon' burn, and yo sons gon' rot
The funny thing about it, nigga really think you got it
'Til we put him at the bottom, bet you love yo spot
Fuck those cops, I'ma tell him "I'ma kill you"
Smellin' mildew when the snub nose flock
Ass backwards like a password
Not where you claim to be, you don't love yo block
You really don't bang, you don't hug no Glock
Your homeboy like "Man, bruh won't box"
Your mama still alive only cause I'm sterilized
Fuck it, bitch can die, you don't love yo pops
This nigga triv, you can front hard blood, but your stuff so soft
You only off the piss when I pop the clip and you hug yo crotch, Nigga
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