[Intro]
DamJonboi
Big SB, you hear me?
Gang
What up D?
Aye T fuck these niggas
It's up there
[Verse 1: DamjonBoi]
Niggas talking down on gang, get his life took
Get his wife fucked, heard you out here with your ice tucked
I ain’t never had shit for real that's why I like to brag
In the set by myself with twenty in a Nike bag
Nigga don't ask me ’bout to no hoes 'cause I'ma hoe you
On some real I'm up a hunnid' I can show you
Nigga look at the D the wrong way somebody gon' blow you
I could tell you boys ain't stacking, let me show you
Got a phone call, I heard them boys want war
It's gonna be kinda easy, all them niggas poor
Fell in love with chop strapped the drum on that bitch
Big crib with a Mercedes parked in front of that bitch
[Verse 2: FMB Dz]
Hold on, who these niggas said they speaking on?
Get ’em peter rolled, in the coupe with my wife beater on
Bitches hitting the phone negging me that jit won’t leave me alone
You looking for a loan, I got work bitch I could put you on
You looking for some bow's, pull yourself bitch I might drop a load
Brody from the zone, I was born and raised off Plymouth road
Doing bitches bold, you fuck with who? I heard that nigga told
You ain’t never slid, rapping bout she you ain't never did
DamJonboi
Big SB, you hear me?
Gang
What up D?
Aye T fuck these niggas
It's up there
[Verse 1: DamjonBoi]
Niggas talking down on gang, get his life took
Get his wife fucked, heard you out here with your ice tucked
I ain’t never had shit for real that's why I like to brag
In the set by myself with twenty in a Nike bag
Nigga don't ask me ’bout to no hoes 'cause I'ma hoe you
On some real I'm up a hunnid' I can show you
Nigga look at the D the wrong way somebody gon' blow you
I could tell you boys ain't stacking, let me show you
Got a phone call, I heard them boys want war
It's gonna be kinda easy, all them niggas poor
Fell in love with chop strapped the drum on that bitch
Big crib with a Mercedes parked in front of that bitch
[Verse 2: FMB Dz]
Hold on, who these niggas said they speaking on?
Get ’em peter rolled, in the coupe with my wife beater on
Bitches hitting the phone negging me that jit won’t leave me alone
You looking for a loan, I got work bitch I could put you on
You looking for some bow's, pull yourself bitch I might drop a load
Brody from the zone, I was born and raised off Plymouth road
Doing bitches bold, you fuck with who? I heard that nigga told
You ain’t never slid, rapping bout she you ain't never did
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