BossGod - Eleven

I hang with some killers who walkin' with sticks N***a, you dead if you played me
We ain't shootin' out cars, n***a, we walkin' up, boy, get hit with this XD
And I'm on the block, servin' the gas, boy, I gotta get off this HP
I'm all in this face like HD My young shooter shoot like KD
Can't hang with these n****s, these n****s be tellin' My n****s be killers, robbers, and felons
We shootin' that 12, turn them 11 We send them to God, they call me a Reverend
I'm smokin' the gas, I'm high as the heavens I'm carryin' them bands, they know how I'm steppin
He got hit with the Glock, now he laying in a stretcher Ice on my neck, got me cold in the summer
Too bad, bitch, yeah, n***a, that's me I'm shootin' the Glock like I play for the heat
I'm fuckin' that bitch, dick, put her to sleep I don't call her back, cause that bitch for the streets
I caught my opp, he ran, cause he scary I hop out the cut, bitch, I feel like I'm Perry
I'm all in the streets, my mother be worried My mama, she know that I carry the 30
I'm in the club, I'm blessin' these hoes I'm throwin' a bag while she dance on the pole
I hang with some real ones, they live by the code N****s ain't never been street and it shows
That bitch in the house probably playin' with the rose I walk in the crib, drop my dick in her throat
I'm gettin' high to get over my low If you hop in this car, then you know you gon' roll
I'm in the city, I'm hangin' with twins I'm doing the dash, I'm pushin' a Benz
Post for the camera, get hit with the lens Can't fuck with these n****s, don't fuck with the trends
N****s be hatin', I ride with the Drake I'm fuckin' my lawyer, I'm beatin' the case
I'm carryin' a ghost, not leavin' a trace She all on her knees, I shoot in her face

Written by:
Branden Green

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