ChildishOct - Statement

Hell yeah, you already know what the fuck going on, nigga
All you lil niggas, better fall in line
Sending hella shots, hella bullets flying
You can catch em all, like Pokemon
Nigga I'll go to war for all of mine
Talking about shots, I gotta lot of those
I don't really fuck with no stupid hoes
She gave me head it was stupid, though
Had to play my cards right, Yu-Gi-Oh
These niggas be bitches, these niggas be cappin
Ain't getting no money, man these niggas lying
I ain't getting married, till a nigga bout 45
Nigga want smoke, then he catching bout 45
We upping them choppas, them bullets gone drop
If a fuck nigga ever getting out of line
Covid-19 man, these niggas scared to come outside
I'm tryna keep my cool, I don't want nobody mommas crying
I gotta lil bitch, she bad and she thick
She gone up the pole, if I say so
My shooters shoot for free, ain't no payroll
My nigga Tez, trapping out the bando
We ride with them sticks, we tryna get rich
We tryna pull off in a lambo
We ain't never running out of ammo
You niggas can't see me, I ain't even got on camo
Tryna be the hottest in the city
Shoutout everybody fucking with me
I gotta big clip, and she hold like 2x50
If I pull the trigger, she gone do her diddy
And I gotta fast car, drive it like it's Nascar
On the freeway and I'm getting real shifty
And I gotta AR, and she shoot real far
Ain't too many niggas really out here fucking with me
(damn)
If a nigga try me, ima slam em, ima jam em
Ima keep getting money, until a nigga pull up in a phantom
If he want smoke, ima turn his ass to Danny Phantom
He ain't talking money, then nigga I don't understand em
Run up on me then it's over, ima have to blam em
Bitch ain't even see me, but she said a young nigga handsome
She just seen the whip, so she know a nigga got his bands up
And I keep that 12, you would think a nigga played at Tampa
Hold on, hold on, let me get my thug on
I'm eating these niggas man, I had to get my grub on
Smoking on that gas, my nigga I was too gone
If I fuck with you, then you know you getting put on
I be getting cash, my money too long
Bitch I want some head, or your ass getting friend zoned
Bad bitch with an ass, that booty too strong
I hit it, it hit back, you would think this shit was ping pong
These niggas be bitches, these niggas be cappin
Ain't getting no money, man these niggas lying
I ain't getting married, till a nigga bout 45
Nigga want smoke, then he catching bout 45
We upping them choppas, them bullets gone drop
If a fuck nigga ever getting out of line
Covid-19 man, these niggas scared to come outside
I'm tryna keep my cool, I don't want nobody mommas crying

Written by:
Octavious Hinton

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