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альбом: Not in My Bag Yet


Only my gang that's OMG
Oh my God
Bitch who shot ya
Different posture
Sick as Ochsner
Killing everything on your roster
Chasing everything, but these hoes
I leave that up to Byron Cotton
I put
Two and two together like do we have a problem
Numbers too steep then hit the judge
You know it's death before dishonor
You better check the warning signs cause we don't do friendly reminders
You do the crime
You do the time
Don't try to put that on your potnas
I'm the shit I don't go to kickbacks
It's a kickback on that yopper
But life's different now when I get around certain people I got to speak proper
What the fuck you mean
Niggas talking dirty and these guns ain't clean
You run we squeeze
Then turn your R.I.P post to a fucking meme
I cuff my sleeves and watch these niggas get a buzz and die like honey bees
I'm stuck with G's
Y'all just copping pleas
They in the justice league
Do what for free
These dope verses for cheap so I ain't fronting keys
They stuck beneath
They put they trust in freaks so Ion fuck with Eve
Get up with me you undercover geek
Your daddy was a leech
So when the apple doesn't fall far from the tree
Just drop a couple leaves
Cutting em off
Telling La Beezo we need new cutlery
Every time I'm in the kitchen
He in the kitchen
Thinking bout mustard greens
Whatever they saying
Whatever they doing that shit still under me
Y'all fucked up when y'all chose to let these underdogs off the fucking leash
Fell out with Vell it's hurting me
Screen calls no words from me
I was bumping just to check on you, but that shit could have been an emergency
Calls dropping cause my service weak
Let me call AT&T and tell them, boys
That I'm still above they top even though this agent free
When I ran into these crazy streets
I stopped getting A's and B's
I start hitting all them licks
It was hard to live my days at ease
Money come and money go just like these hoes
Lil boy don't play with me
Could've whacked me in my sleep
I let these two-faced niggas stay with me
Talking to my momma
Like momma I'm at rock bottom
She say you done worked too hard if you cry you'll feel better bout it
I say no
If they catch me crying they might think I'm a hoe
And I don't care what they think, but imma slang this bitch till I go
On G O
GI Joe
I ain't take the lead yet, but I'm close
Nigga tried to burn me for some bread
Tell em I'll be back with my toast
I be out of town looking for the gas
Instagram keep deleting my post
Making fake pages just to report mine
Nigga tweaking like he them folks
I'm so lost I don't know
I don't know
I don't know which way to go
But right or wrong I'm in that water behind my bro
Diving in your shit like Jean Michel Cousteau
All the competition nonexistent
What that was
A UFO
I don't know if you seen what I seen
I don't know
By any means Ima intervene if it's bout my dough
We don't trick or treat
These tricks want treats, but I don't know
Who the fuck they think I am
You not my hoe you blocked fasho
They don't drill for you cause you don't pay them boys for real
Your shottas broke
Loading cash app with some money
Just to make sure Boogie make store
Niggas in the can playing round with punks coming back home thinking we ain't know
First it was all about the pot of gold
Now these niggas trying to taste the rainbow
I don't know
I don't know if that's how that go
Got a session from five to five so Ima leave the block at four
Give the rest of my rocks to my bro just in case he sell out and can't score
Y'all like six plus down on the score why the fuck y'all still sitting on the porch
I don't know
I don't know which way to go
But right or wrong I'm still gon ride behind my bro
He say get em
I say got em
Which direction Ima blow
If you ain't riding you getting towed or get a tag around your toe
He getting mad about the hoe
I don't go in my stash around her though
I done seen two niggas snort a whole eighth and look sad without that coke
Then started fussing about who went under
I ain't seen that shit happen before
Thinking to myself hoping they don't call they self asking me cause I don't know
I don't know
You do whatever that floats your boat
Jack boys galore
You bet not let us hold you pole
I ain't in to that shit you niggas keeping on the low
Yeah
I ain't even in my bag yet cause I ain't done in the grocery store

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