KB. - 4Pm

Oh my god, EG
I've been outside for a minute, nigga, I ain't hidin
Any nigga throwin' white flags, my niggas gon' paint it
Fuck a drive-by, man, they know we hoppin' out

Wiggle through the five, I'm kinda angry, they ain't out
Niggas keep on dissin' Tookie like shannel ain't famous
Niggas fell inside the mud when he died, he was dirty
Ain't no peace, treat me, fuck around and get back door

What's his name was Ian, baby, mama backdoor
Them leftist brains on the plate, headshot, it was gorgeous
I keep on poppin' perks, I hear the devil, I ignore him
I know niggas don't like me, but it's good, that's how it's supposed to be

Niggas gon' hate you when you doin' somethin
First nigga up, gon' see another day
Got tired of buyin' pistols, so I went and bought a baby
I ain't wiggle with it everywhere

Pre-tiny murder, he gon' get you if I tell him to
But he a soldier, he gon' step regardless
I'm curry with this Glock, for real, for real
And my bro stab back like James Horne

Hit you with his fingers, don't run away, then we gon' crack
Cause he through the fog, he must not know that we cracked him
I'm high as fuck, I popped a Perg and them niggas went to sleep
Bro call my phone, he said he got a low, I'm with the creepy

Young niggas came from havin' BB guns, now we got Glocks
Gettin' lucky, itchin' for a soul to be on it
I been outside for a minute, nigga, I ain't hidin
Any nigga throwin' white flags, my niggas gon' paint it

Fuck a drive-by, man, they know we hoppin' out

Written by:
Kevin Johnson

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