We finna hop in this jet
We finna fly away
Don’t give a shit wha you say
On gang
We carry this glick it hit yo brain
And we ain’t playing Games
I might have to switch the lanes
I might skirt up in that place
Where did you go nigga I can’t wait
I might just put a choppa to yo face
“Wait”
What the fuck did you just say
“Hey”
Come say it to my face
Yeah I keep that thing
I keep that strap on me
Run up on me you gon see what happen to the niggas who keep trying me
Hop in the jet and i fly away
To another place
I dont wanna hear no bullshit chit chat talk or im tearin off yo face
Bullets make ya head part ways
Only want the money fuck the fame
I dont give a fuck how big i get on my life i will remain thе same
5 m's in my bank i ain't even touch еm
Turban on me like a mufuckin' muslim
Everybody wanna talk shit so its fuck em'
Run up on a mufucka wit the pole i bust him
The day that i die they gon' build me a museum
Shit got boring so i had to make a new sound
I just brought the crew out
He dont know what to do now
Run up with the mothafuckin pole have a shootout
We finna hop in this jet
We finna fly away
Don’t give a shit wha you say
On gang
We carry this glick it hit yo brain
And we ain’t playing Games
I might have to switch the lanes
I might skirt up in that place
Where did you go nigga I can’t wait
I might just put a choppa to yo face
“Wait”
What the fuck did you just say
“Hey”
Come say it to my face
Yeah I keep that thing
I keep that strap on me
Run up on me you gon see what happen to the niggas who keep trying me
We finna fly away
Don’t give a shit wha you say
On gang
We carry this glick it hit yo brain
And we ain’t playing Games
I might have to switch the lanes
I might skirt up in that place
Where did you go nigga I can’t wait
I might just put a choppa to yo face
“Wait”
What the fuck did you just say
“Hey”
Come say it to my face
Yeah I keep that thing
I keep that strap on me
Run up on me you gon see what happen to the niggas who keep trying me
Hop in the jet and i fly away
To another place
I dont wanna hear no bullshit chit chat talk or im tearin off yo face
Bullets make ya head part ways
Only want the money fuck the fame
I dont give a fuck how big i get on my life i will remain thе same
5 m's in my bank i ain't even touch еm
Turban on me like a mufuckin' muslim
Everybody wanna talk shit so its fuck em'
Run up on a mufucka wit the pole i bust him
The day that i die they gon' build me a museum
Shit got boring so i had to make a new sound
I just brought the crew out
He dont know what to do now
Run up with the mothafuckin pole have a shootout
We finna hop in this jet
We finna fly away
Don’t give a shit wha you say
On gang
We carry this glick it hit yo brain
And we ain’t playing Games
I might have to switch the lanes
I might skirt up in that place
Where did you go nigga I can’t wait
I might just put a choppa to yo face
“Wait”
What the fuck did you just say
“Hey”
Come say it to my face
Yeah I keep that thing
I keep that strap on me
Run up on me you gon see what happen to the niggas who keep trying me
( 6ixxunder, somber111 )
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