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Buckroll
Brrt-what-what, experience
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Lil' B
Gang
People die like every day like it ain't serious
I ain't talkin', I'm just speakin' on experience
Bunch of broke and bougie bitches screamin', "Period"
If you ain't built for this, don't come near the shit
Shit go down, just cool out, ain't nothin' to do out
Bitches got bulls out, just me and the crew out
Niggas got jewels out, the foreigns, we pull out
You know how it go when you stuck in the hood
We in and out with a shootout
We ain't need no tune for these verses, I was young, reckless
Never went to school or the churches
Cool with the dudes, wasn't workin'
Fеlt guilty when I had to rob my mans, I was hurtin'
What you know about plottin' all night whеn your man in a hearse?
And you gotta get back 'cause your man in the dirt
You only wanna ride 'cause them niggas don't slide
Them niggas actin' bitch like a man in a skirt
What up? Play with 'em, bet you niggas lay with 'em
Shootouts at the cookout, broad day and them
Try to play tough and hit the wrong nigga, gon' pay for it
You know I got the addy, we gon' wait for him
Cops got him first, so I had some niggas upstate for him
That's how you gon' treat me?
Got these niggas mad, chain dance, Chris Breezy
Niggas actin' scared like they don't see me
I'ma shoot if I pull out, every fuckin' day, it's a shootout
People die like every day like it ain't serious
I ain't talkin', I'm just speakin' on experience
Bunch of broke and bougie bitches screamin', "Period"
If you ain't built for this, don't come near the shit
Shit go down, just cool out, ain't nothin' to do out
Bitches got bulls out, just me and the crew out
Niggas got jewels out, the foreigns, we pull out
You know how it go when you stuck in the hood
We in and out with a shootout
In my area, my pistol blew for certain
Just to play the block, I had to put double the work in
Turn me to an animal, I'm deadly and I'm lurkin'
They play with me on the 'Gram, but they be so pussy in person
Old bitches in my DMs like they miss me, gotta curve 'em
Nothin' masked like the Town movie, but my homies purgin'
In Atlanta, double R truck or we do the 'Burbans
Perc' ten with the Henny, left the law and I was swervin'
So numb to shit, I'm smilin' when the shots get to ringin'
Forty thousand in my lap, slide around like a kingpin
Street resume, this ain't some shit that I could post on LinkedIn
I need ten milli' in my living room, tell 'em back the Brinks in
Summertime get deadly, fuck it, I be deady
Let's see you take it further, you don't know me, you just met me
Bougie model give me top in this drop, lookin' sexy
She keep lookin' in my eyes while she neck me, it's Blanc
People die like every day like it ain't serious
I ain't talkin', I'm just speakin' on experience
Bunch of broke and bougie bitches screamin', "Period"
If you ain't built for this, don't come near the shit
Shit go down, just cool out, ain't nothin' to do out
Bitches got bulls out, just me and the crew out
Niggas got jewels out, the foreigns, we pull out
You know how it go when you stuck in the hood
We in and out with a shootout



Writer(s): Kristof Lilienthal, Ricky Ferrell, Myles Lockwood Copyright: Beatstars Publishing Worldwide


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