Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
See you flexing in them jordans
Momma out struggling but now you aiming for some foreigns
niggas worship they block yo
yelling fuck hoes but your first body was a thot bro
Bitch I’m always on my grind never time for a lame
I always had the gang bitch i always had respect
No reason to get my dollars up
instead niggas looked up to me like a college tour
smart nigga but I’m hood too
got a couple niggas who’ll erase you like a #2
Cause i spit crack light a fire in ya brain make you spit back
load the chopper then hit thats a step back
Got a full clip like CP3 my stepdad
and every day a grind I’m just tryna chase whats ,mine
momma raised me all alone Dad was a bitch squirrel ass nigga got a nut and then he ditched
But i aint mad at him
just know if he died right now ill be glad for him
But enough of that shit young nigga grew up on some trap shit
keep it a hundo but my motto like Fifty
she call me daddy while she suck my cock thinking that its milk
but i aint her pops, If RSMM pull up then its violence
We don’t talk but the glitzy got them silent
They pray they get out safe but no luck
Grip aint on safe
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