TNT 313 - FWM

Put that on my mama these niggas ain’t really fuckin with me
Probably the reason why they ain’t fuckin with me
You can’t get a dollar out me boy if you ain’t struggle wit me
Niggas wasn’t up in mama kitchen tryna bubble with me
Boy if you ain’t gang you can’t even hang
We don’t fuck with opps nino hit his top
That 40 blow a nigga like a backwood
Spin the block dump his body in the backwoods
Rolling all this Mary Rip to Larry
Cise shotta that’s my baby he be goin brazy
My nigga Nuewy hit the scene with them blue hundreds
Fuck wit my niggas you know that reaper comin
A nigga better come correct or else its repercussions
Them choppas get to bussing I call that percussion
I been running with them goonies since a adolescent
Jumped off the porch and hit the streets I had my mama stressin
But I’m still out here in these streets I never learned my lesson
Pockets stay full of that salad boy you know I’m dressin
Bally holding up my britches boy you know I’m flexin
Ain’t no question I’ll drop a nigga in a second
Send a nigga straight to heaven with this mac 11
Steady serving up these fiends with this triple beam
Get you perks get you lean nigga what you need
Granny used to gimme pints of her Promethazine
I was at the job serving methamphetamines
Baggin up all of this green like some groceries
Hit my line I got it all I’m like a supermarket
A nigga ever cross that line you know that rugger sparkin
Choppa rip em up
Send a nigga straight to heaven imma lift em up
Split a nigga like a spliff when I come rolling up
Dare a nigga come and try me ain’t no hoe us
I put that on my mama these niggas ain’t really fuckin with me
Probably the reason why they ain’t fuckin with me
You can’t get a dollar out me boy you ain’t struggle wit me
Niggas wasn’t up in mama kitchen tryna bubble with me

Written by:
Cortez Cummings

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