TeddyJay - Good Form

Like to talk shit but on dick she gon spit on it
I was hittin lics at 15 had to get goin
I got supreme but on me aint no rick owens
He been a bitch but on my momma aint got shit for him
I told yo bitch when I was fuckin she got good form
Now she want me to hold her up its not my good arm
And she want to me to give a fuck because I never could
Id rather tell em that i really wish a nigga would

Like to talk shit but on dick she gon spit on it
I was hittin lics at 15 had to get goin
I got supreme but on me aint no rick owens
He been a bitch but on my momma aint got shit for him
I told yo bitch when I was fuckin she got good form
Now she want me to hold her up its not my good arm
And she want to me to give a fuck because I never could
Id rather tell em that i really wish a nigga would

Ima shoot first a nigga think he passin me
An You off two percs a Nigga off the Gasoline
Before I smoke that nigga tell my brotha pass the weed
He been a bitch boy on my momma he aint gassin me
Its alot to getchu touched over a bag of green
He thinkin he tough well I been lookin for a ass to beat
If it was necessary go ahead an grab da heat
Over in February bro dun tore up half the street
It was smoky nigga couldn't see where we had begun
You tryna hoe me nigga go ahead an shoot me one
1 ina head its automatic not a fuckin blow gun
I get it ready when its static make them niggas show funds

Now da opps out
Chops out
Finna rock out
I been posted ina trap you know I got the glock out
Niggas floatin off da map I think that nigga popped down
They aint seen him in a minute till they spunna top round
Spina top get it cut offa nigga head
He think its sweet until he slumped over wit bloody dreads
This shit get muddy give a fuck about what buddy said
That Nigga lackin everyday now he gon see da red
I might be shit talkin but I can make yo homie dead
N take yo bitch off you knowin I jus want the head
But Ion talk alot cuz niggas really work da feds
So when I found out who had switched it was ab 10
An you cant take this shit from me I was bound to win
You got that snake shit you bummy go around the bend
I beena type to spinna block an probably spin again
That nigga might not make it home if he pop up out again
A nigga knowin what im on an ima get it done
So when I pop off them niggas knowin who it was
Ima shoot twice again gettin ona bus
It was two lives but friends not apart of us
You my brother you my sister my damn kin
Aint have kid yet but Raised em cuz nobody did
I showed the way not the wrong But I still shoot
So If you try me gotta come up offa real loot

Like to talk shit but on dick she gon spit on it
I was hittin lics at 15 had to get goin
I got supreme but on me aint no rick owens
He been a bitch but on my momma aint got shit for him
I told yo bitch when I was fuckin she got good form
Now she want me to hold her up its not my good arm
And she want to me to give a fuck because I never could
Id rather tell em that i really wish a nigga would

Written by:
Teddy Smith

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