509 BMG - troops

Oh, Face shot, Heckler K-Shit, niggas know what the fuck it is, Big BMG shit, never sniff a line never eat a swine
Uh, yeah
Call up my troops and I bet they put in the work and reap the fruits
You wouldn't play if only you knew what my boys'll do to you
Jefe pop up out the cut, knock a nigga out his shoes
Shawty say she'll, never leave my side, she stuck to me like glue
Like why the fuck would I be scared of y'all? I got my glizzy too
Bitches wanna fuck me off the face, but that ain't nothin' new
I don't wanna hear yo fuckin' diss, what you finna do
I'll hope you still on that same shit when we run into you
I put a flashlight on the blick, boy, I can't wait to see your face
It's somethin' like a can of aerosol, the way my niggas spray
I told the ho to come and lay it down, cause she got ass for days
Ever since I got my check up, I don't know how to behave
These niggas are older than me, broke as fuck, I think that's why they hate
Them niggas think they got that sack on them, to me it's a pocket change
My boy Jefe pick me up, we finna hit the shooting range
As long as this money keep comin', I can't trip bout anything
BMG, I step up out the crib, I'm lookin' like a stain
Might shoot a pussy nigga in his shit, like I'm playin' campaign
I be talkin' to y'all crazy, cause I think y'all niggas lame
I smoke a cracka pack straight to the face, I take that to the brain
I bet that ho won't never leave, she like the way my dick hang
I hit the mall with AJ, we was lookin' for some helmut lang
Margielas on my feet, bitch, I'm lookin' like I sell cocaine
You tryin' to shit on niggas, you better be puttin' in some pain
Niggas tryin' to tax me up, the stick im, takin' everything
You tried to play me like I'm pie so, now I gotta leave you dry
I can't go out like no sucker, LOL, nice try
Niggas be thinkin' you pussy when you play the nice guy
Nigga test the BMG then on my mama, lights out

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