Chaos2z00ted - walter

Who are you talking to right now
Who is it you think you see
Do you know how much i make a year
Even if I told you
You wouldn't believe
I cant tell you how i came up cause you wouldn't understand
F-F-F-finna crack his peanut
But the stick never jam
Better keep that window up
Roll it down then you done
And the bitch too close I walk down he cant run
Niggas never dump back
Every opp I know a bitch
And I'm hangin with my twin
Like we lilo and stitch
Choppa rippin' up his body
He get found without his dick
Nigga flexin on the gram
Take hI'm down for that pic
Boy I'm feeling like a QB
Ima throw it hella deep
Got a stick hold 50
Leave you laying where we meet at
Owe me bread but you broke
Nigga fuck it you can keep that
Call the chop my third leg
Cause I keep it where my meat at
Nigga said he wanted smoke
Popout let me see that
Nigga said that I'm broke
Band for band where ya cheese at
And I'm runnin up that mula
Guaranteed you believe that
Know I'm four pockets full
Aint nun lil baby
This shit too fat
And you niggas too wack
Put hI'm on the news stat
Know we gotta new strap
Duck Duck new hat
Ima peel his cap back
Turn hI'm to a flapjack
Blowin shit up out dis gat
We got woods in the trap
Oh you dont like me isa wrap
The bros aint never had to cap
You niggas fed i know wassup
And we four deep up in the truck
That lucky bitch ran out of luck
You know that i dont give a fuck
Ya party lit we shoot it up

Who the hell you talking to
Boy you lost in the room
Dont play that shit up in the spot
You trippin we gone knock you out
Choppa shot em out his draws
And I did it cause i want to
Ion even gotta touch em
Know i keep this glock bitch
Ion even gotta buss it
And zay keep the smitty like he kobe
Know he steady clutchin
And I'm finna light this bitch up
in a minute
Brodie stop the rushin
If a nigga walk up on sum hot shit me and gang gone rush hI'm
Got that big shit hangin out the window while i smoke a Russian
Why TF she so curious
asking all these questions
Fuck it ion wanna hear it bitch I'm bussin
If he walk down then he popped no discussion
N-N-N-Niggas on my dick
Dont like to talk dont do the fussin
H-H-H-Hit hI'm in his shit
I taught his brudda nem a lesson
O-O-O-Oh he dont got a stick then I'ma do his ass like tekken
And that nigga tried to take off
Hit the tires now he wreckin
And I'm stealin all the pens
Wit the guys you know we reckless
And you niggas is sum pussies in disguise
Who you textin
You a bitch cant look me in my eyes
Who you testin
Im just sayin how I feel when I'm high
Bitch listen up
Dont even try runnin up
Know i got dat semi tucked
Know dat 40 finna buss
Keep blowin the 23 I love her voice
In it raw i know they heard of me
I shot they brudda royce
And now he gotta go to the hospital
Cuz we shot hI'm wit a 24 niggas know i got to war

Written by:
KeyShon Vick

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