[Verse 1: $avage]
You got all these social media accounts nigga
Behind computers, all you do is run your mouth nigga
Don't make me pull up with some shooters at your house nigga
Like what’s all that shit you talking bout nigga!
He tried to turn up, got my burner, block like Bobby Shmurda
If I don't got it, pockets hurting, I'm a rob a person
If he don't go my heat gon blow
They gotta doc and nurse him
Or box and hearse him
I don't box, I pop my Glock and murk em
And bitch I'm headed to your city
Just me and Big Bro, Citi
Got 30 hanging out the semi
Off this mothafucka, shoot him in the fizzace
And niggas said they tryna get me
But bitch I'm always in the hood like I'm Kenny
Man free my Uncle out the you know, every verse for you
If rap don't work and work don't move it's back to murking dudes
I fuck your bitch, she suck my dick don't take it personal
I cock my Glock and drop his top like a convertible
Can't fuck with niggas, lot of niggas fu
Shout out FGE, them my dudes
He think he 2pac with the juice, until he Bishop on the roof
Man niggas bitches, Twitter talking, I ain't with the talking
They with they bitches pillow talking, all them niggas frauding
Say he gon catch me out in traffic, caught that nigga walking
Rolled down the window with extendos pistols get to sparking
Don't use emojis, niggas know me, you got poles then show me
But niggas police, run up on me smoke em like some OG
My OG told me, "Niggas phony, watch them like a rollie"
I'm in your city locked and loaded, let off shots exploding
He post a picture of a thumpa got 200 likes
But when I caught him out in public was no gun in sight
My shooters down to put it on em, he won't see the morning
Might roll up on him, blow and if he pussy I'm a show him
Straight up exposing, don't do talking, I shoot like the Office
They gon chalk em, toss the burner just another murder
And I'm headed to your block bitch
Me and my niggas on that mob shit
And you know Juno on some hot shit
Glocks spit, hit his noodles get the chopsticks
And money cheese bought a brand new .45
He had already ran through like 45, Mob
You got all these social media accounts nigga
Behind computers, all you do is run your mouth nigga
Don't make me pull up with some shooters at your house nigga
Like what’s all that shit you talking bout nigga!
He tried to turn up, got my burner, block like Bobby Shmurda
If I don't got it, pockets hurting, I'm a rob a person
If he don't go my heat gon blow
They gotta doc and nurse him
Or box and hearse him
I don't box, I pop my Glock and murk em
And bitch I'm headed to your city
Just me and Big Bro, Citi
Got 30 hanging out the semi
Off this mothafucka, shoot him in the fizzace
And niggas said they tryna get me
But bitch I'm always in the hood like I'm Kenny
Man free my Uncle out the you know, every verse for you
If rap don't work and work don't move it's back to murking dudes
I fuck your bitch, she suck my dick don't take it personal
I cock my Glock and drop his top like a convertible
Can't fuck with niggas, lot of niggas fu
Shout out FGE, them my dudes
He think he 2pac with the juice, until he Bishop on the roof
Man niggas bitches, Twitter talking, I ain't with the talking
They with they bitches pillow talking, all them niggas frauding
Say he gon catch me out in traffic, caught that nigga walking
Rolled down the window with extendos pistols get to sparking
Don't use emojis, niggas know me, you got poles then show me
But niggas police, run up on me smoke em like some OG
My OG told me, "Niggas phony, watch them like a rollie"
I'm in your city locked and loaded, let off shots exploding
He post a picture of a thumpa got 200 likes
But when I caught him out in public was no gun in sight
My shooters down to put it on em, he won't see the morning
Might roll up on him, blow and if he pussy I'm a show him
Straight up exposing, don't do talking, I shoot like the Office
They gon chalk em, toss the burner just another murder
And I'm headed to your block bitch
Me and my niggas on that mob shit
And you know Juno on some hot shit
Glocks spit, hit his noodles get the chopsticks
And money cheese bought a brand new .45
He had already ran through like 45, Mob
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