Finders Keepers

U can't run, hop out the car, here we come come come
Can't have fun, broke ass nigga better up yo funds
Suck my lund, that mean dick, back where I'm from
Better not run, B-Town goon baby pass my blunt
Like we in the cut
Times up
Put u in a blunt
Times up
Know how we bumming pull up wit a bunch
Like nigga wassup
Can't waste my time, put some wok in my cup
Like I'm not in a rush
Rush hour, here come the trucks
Rush hour fuck all the cuts
We ain't lurking shoot you till u ruptured
He lie, he not yo bruv
Snakes in disguise, can't have my trust
Like I don't give a fuck
If he snitch, turn him in to dust
Keep that protect if she wanna fuck
Like a trackstar we be running it up
Like finder keepers
Talk up, lemme me find my nina
Try to see us, pitch black cause you right beneath us
Glock blow the whole block, she a real thot, a cheater
U gotta earn these stripes adidas
Day time we strike, they need us
U can't run, hop out the car, here we come come come
Can't have fun, broke ass nigga better up yo funds
Suck my lund, that mean dick, back where I'm from
Better not run, B-Town goon baby pass my blunt
Niggas its up
No luck
She got no butt
Don't fuck
I'm like a lamb truck she a rider
Bust a left and right till we find ya
Shit on these lil niggas like diaper
She a real thick, bitch, I would die for
If they catch me, for my boys I'm a liar
I won't squeal, like a rat, ain't a viper
Like, backseat rider
Can't wait just a lil more farther
Goons stay wit 9s tucked
Cause they know they ain't got no father
Hit em wit sky hook, then dunk on his head vince carter
These bands know I got alot of
What you want baby Louis or Prada
U can't run, hop out the car, here we come come come
Can't have fun, broke ass nigga better up yo funds
Suck my lund, that mean dick, back where I'm from
Better not run, B-Town goon baby pass my blunt
I'm drunk I'm slurring my words
Middle of night think I want a purge
Hold on tight bouta hit the curb
Shoot till death thats how they learn
Like swerve swerve
Shi went by in blur blur
Ice on my neck like bur bur
Got a superteam Steve Kurr
Like no no no
These is the guys they my cro cro cro
Like watch how I roll
Niggas wanna hop on my flow flow flow
Like he my bro
Won't say shit, mouth close
Neon colors they a glow up
Like a bomb finna blow up
UK drip, know how we bummin pull up wit a spliff
Like he know that he finna brick
Brodie so ass think he play for the knicks
Like she wanna kick it
But thats another word for we kissing
Man I hate all the trolls that be dissing
Niggas so trans, ain't a man, steady bitching
Nanananana block they vision
Nanananana how we winnin
Nanananana they be sinning
Kill em, send him straight to God now he christian
Nanananana ye blick em
Nanananana won't miss em
Nanananana don't listen
We'll pull up leave u dead in a minute