Bur gang, leave a nigga cold (What's happening Tt?) It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side Y'all got guns and we got guns but we don't post ours Look, you poppin' like the giant, he just 4'5" Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them niggas your size These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties I made it from the skreets, it ain't no mercy on these skreets It's hot as mercury, these boys'll merk you on these skreets These bitches double dutch so quick to jump in nigga's sheets Got niggas slick, competin' with niggas I ain't even competin' If you talk behind my back no need to dap me when you see me 'Cause I ain't gon' shed no tear when they pick you up off the cement A real dope boy, I make it flood in any season While rappers goin' broke and blame corona as the reason I showed some niggas kindness, they mistook that I was weak I told them I was stackin', they just thought that I was cheap If I took it, I was mad, I still ain't finna give it back No remorse, consider that shit as a tax So buy some Stacy Adams and a couple ties to match This Mac came with a shoulder scrap, the only thing retract 4pf and 1017, 4 ties, we flat And we ain't with that pity-pat shit, we ra-ta-ta-tat It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side Y'all got guns and we got guns but we don't post ours Look, you poppin' like the giant, he just 4'5" Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them niggas your size These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties Doin' songs for Gucci Mane, now I done ran them stupid bands up Make no stupid, shoot your mans up, it's a robbery, put your hands up The see me, they switch the channel, I'm the real deal, Atlanta Ain't no monkeys in the middle, play both sides, you get dismantle Tuck my shit, I got my hammer, fuck that bitch, ain't got no manners Can't hit that shit, that's not my standard She caught my drift, she like me grandma I keep me a dirty Fanta, ridin' 'round in this dirty Phantom I'm 'bout gettin' business and I ain't sendin' no worries at 'em I ain't with no chitter-chatter, keep a bad one Her ass fatter than the last one We be takin' shit, no askin', we be breakin' bricks out plastic Everybody lit, go ask, I be in the 'Vette, the fast one And I got the Ca, you don't wanna see bae It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side Y'all got guns and we got guns but we don't post ours Look, you poppin' like the giant, he just 4'5" Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them niggas your size These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
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Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Dominique Jones (Howard) (PREMIER), Radric Davis, Radric Delantic Davis (Gucci Mane) (SOUNDEXCHANGE)Publicado em 2020 (03/Jul)ECAD verificado fonograma #25395197 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM