Prop Guns Noodah05 (Ft. Bankroll Freddie)

[Verse 1: Noodah05]
I did it by myself, no hands out, them niggas looking wrong
I don't talk about beef, and I damn sure ain't putting it in the song
Amiri jeans, I paid a rack for these, yeah I put it on
Real creepers, man, we step in peace, [?]
Bags in the trap, we gon' get them gone
May god bless your soul, hope you make it home
Drop some music, what you're waiting on
I know y'all waiting on
Them niggas hating, they probably wanna see me dead, know y'all laying on me
Figure eight, this stick hold a hundred, I ain't playing with you

[Chorus: Noodah05]
Chop down, it ain't no [?] screws
These ain't prop guns, if I wave it at you, then you're through
I can talk to something, man that lil bitch coming back to my room
I got bands now, make her friends fuck [?] my crew
I got stacks now, I knock your [?] out your [?]
Lil bro jack something, if you go [?]
I clap something, really not a rapper, I'm a shooter
[?] wack something, he got all [?] he don't use them

[Verse 2: Noodah05]
Take me percs, I feel abused
Take too much, I feel amused
Bitch you ain't rapping, you ain't stepping, you caught a body, you got accused
Beat your case, you think you dangerous, I'll show you what we do
I'm a rapper, not a singer, [?] geet me
Everybody winning, how could I lose?
We did that, don't check the news
Never went for disrespect, I'll crash out about my crew
I ain't into claming sets, but bro still bang and I do
I got a red bitch giving neck, she look up at me [?]