BBN 4X - Dying Lit

They gone let me talk my shit
Niggas dying to get this lit
Bullets burst up out this glock he got his ass whooped with a switch
How the fuck these niggas plugs it take them weeks to dump a brick
I done ran through niggas savings $50,000 that ain't shit
I done popped off on they ass again I know it got em sick
Take his hoe he got me pissed
She gone fuck just off the fit
Acting brand new on my ex's you can't name a hoe I miss
I can't let no nigga play on shit he dead soon as he diss
Skrtt speed past
Count bloody money with clean hands
Can you ain't getting paid boy ain't never seen Celine pants
Got work then we need that
On these niggas face I keep a bankroll where my feet at
Never get caught lackin with no bitch they bet not play in here
You know it ain't shit safe in here
I done popped two Percs she fina fold up like a quesadilla
Trapping hard trying to get to get where I'm at boys it's gone take you years
Paralyzed from a switch boy can't stand up he got training wheels
Niggas not me popping shit custom you ain't got these
Bad bitch get on top on me ride me like a hot seat
We got all type of gens in here boy this a glock meeting
Top three and I'm not three on God
They gone let me talk my shit
Niggas dying to get this lit
Bullets burst up out this glock he got his ass whooped with a switch
How the fuck these niggas plugs it take them weeks to dump a brick
I done ran through niggas savings $50,000 that ain't shit
I done popped off on they ass again I know it got em sick
Take his hoe he got me pissed
She gone fuck just off the fit
Acting brand new on my ex's you can't name a hoe I miss
I can't let no nigga play on shit he dead soon as he diss

Written by:
Ladarius Moore

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