[F 8 K : Hook]
Where them niggas go when ‘em racks low
Then they claim they hate us but they fans though
Started booking niggas yeah we masked up
Gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come
[F 8 K: Verse 1]
Remember I had my back on the wall
Niggas ain’t calling no more
Counting these blue faces ain’t taking no loss
Kill all these niggas can’t show no remorse
Ran with the work now I got me a buzz
Deep in my thoughts fell inlove with ‘em drugs
You said you was solid but you fuck with the opps
Now you calling my phone we can’t kick it no more
Iced up my fist so I filled it with rocks
Stacking the guap gotta get mе some more
Buy what she want fеll inlove with that torch
And I told all my nigga we going in first
Been through some shit that done fucked up my trust
Left me down bad but I thought we was blood
Started off slow I was broke as a bitch
Left me down bad I was broke as a bitch
Got a few thousands I thought I was lit
Turned your back on me you know a bitch
Niggas ain’t solid they talk to they bitch
Then kill for the bitch that gon fucc off the rip
Back me in my feelings you niggas ain’t shit
And I keep me a pole you niggas ain’t slick
Don’t ask me for shit you niggas ain’t real
Gotta stick with my dawgs your niggas ain’t real
[ F 8 K: Hook]
Where them niggas go when ‘em racks low
Then they claim they hate us but they fans though
Started booking niggas yeah we masked up
Gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come
Where them niggas go when ‘em racks low
Then they claim they hate us but they fans though
Started booking niggas yeah we masked up
Gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come
[F 8 K : Verse 2]
Ride with my niggas I keep a hundred
Fuck all these bitches you know they ain’t honest
When you sit for a bid they gon act like you dead
Now you back to the top they be acting like fiends
Came in a year I’ve been chasing ‘em bags
Fucked on a bitch then I gave her some racks
Married to the money I can’t fumble the bag
Don’t play with the gang they gon put you in the cloud
If you want all the smoke then you could drop us the lo’
Wet up your block back to back in a row
If I catch him down bad then I’m swinging the pole
I can’t fuck with the hoes they be doing the most
Time to go slide then I’m calling the bros
Eyes on the rear view and I’m clutching my pole
Pull up on me three shots to your dome
Pull up on me you getting shot in your dome
[F 8 K: Hook]
Where them niggas go when ‘em racks low
Then they claim they hate us but they fans though
Started booking niggas yeah we masked up
Gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come
Where them niggas go when ‘em racks low
Then they claim they hate us but they fans though
Started booking niggas yeah we masked up
Gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come
[F 8 K: Verse 1]
Remember I had my back on the wall
Niggas ain’t calling no more
Counting these blue faces ain’t taking no loss
Kill all these niggas can’t show no remorse
Ran with the work now I got me a buzz
Deep in my thoughts fell inlove with ‘em drugs
You said you was solid but you fuck with the opps
Now you calling my phone we can’t kick it no more
Iced up my fist so I filled it with rocks
Stacking the guap gotta get mе some more
Buy what she want fеll inlove with that torch
And I told all my nigga we going in first
Been through some shit that done fucked up my trust
Left me down bad but I thought we was blood
Started off slow I was broke as a bitch
Left me down bad I was broke as a bitch
Got a few thousands I thought I was lit
Turned your back on me you know a bitch
Niggas ain’t solid they talk to they bitch
Then kill for the bitch that gon fucc off the rip
Back me in my feelings you niggas ain’t shit
And I keep me a pole you niggas ain’t slick
Don’t ask me for shit you niggas ain’t real
Gotta stick with my dawgs your niggas ain’t real
[ F 8 K: Hook]
Where them niggas go when ‘em racks low
Then they claim they hate us but they fans though
Started booking niggas yeah we masked up
Gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come
Where them niggas go when ‘em racks low
Then they claim they hate us but they fans though
Started booking niggas yeah we masked up
Gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come
[F 8 K : Verse 2]
Ride with my niggas I keep a hundred
Fuck all these bitches you know they ain’t honest
When you sit for a bid they gon act like you dead
Now you back to the top they be acting like fiends
Came in a year I’ve been chasing ‘em bags
Fucked on a bitch then I gave her some racks
Married to the money I can’t fumble the bag
Don’t play with the gang they gon put you in the cloud
If you want all the smoke then you could drop us the lo’
Wet up your block back to back in a row
If I catch him down bad then I’m swinging the pole
I can’t fuck with the hoes they be doing the most
Time to go slide then I’m calling the bros
Eyes on the rear view and I’m clutching my pole
Pull up on me three shots to your dome
Pull up on me you getting shot in your dome
[F 8 K: Hook]
Where them niggas go when ‘em racks low
Then they claim they hate us but they fans though
Started booking niggas yeah we masked up
Gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come
( F 8 K )
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