MBN Foota - Deen

Blrrt blrrt bitch yop bitch
Glrrt yeah yop' yop'
Yop' yop' yop' yop'
It's a turn of events you cross yo' own then you get split
And bitch I'm back with the shits so lets see if you make it
My niggas know how I'm comin' rock out alone I'm on offense
You hatin' hoes can eat my dick and I ain't talkin' bout' a bit
Lil' pussy step to me you won't make it far you got me bent
I will not play with the deen lil' boy you know I'm heaven sent
Play you lay if you seen somethin' then keep it a secret
In the back ima' scream free Tray, cause my nigga innocent
I rose straight out of the mud I'm talkin' way between the grits
Tell them niggas sleep tight they better act right
Can't see how I'm comin' through the night I'm creepin' through the light
I don't give no fucks bitch ass nigga get hit with the pipe
In clear sight uppin' with that yoppa' shit he just might
Said he'd do that time he doin' fine he took a nigga life
You don't know me bitch you think I'm dumb, I'm sharp just like a knife
Nation shit Foota whop on yo' ass and yo' fuckin' wife
I never had me shit as a kid, so all I know is get that paper
I chase that money now
Them hoes and problems comin' after later
Outlet that smoke yea I bring that cancer I evaporate em'
Yea bitch you a joke I'm on what you on ain't talkin' no verbatim
Send a message, not the creator lil' bitch come meet yo' maker
(MBN bitch it's MBN bitch MBN bitch on that MBN shit yea yea yea bitch I say fuck the savor)
He met his maker, now they ass clique hoppin' like a hot potato
He a fruit plus he green chop gon' eat em' like a Florida Gator (Yea yea yea)
Bitch ima' leave my fuckin' mark I'm talkin' big as craters
Them niggas tryna hype you up, but they really haters
Yea this that illegal steppin', but we not reppin' shit (Mm)
187 cold blooded that lethal weapon shit (Mm)
Pay for the deal and the method yea that's that tele' shit (Mm)
Shells fly out of the mag now you in heaven bitch (Mm)
Not what I did with a weapon just talkin' future tense
Niggas be dumb as a bitch but we got common sense
Won't go to jail I'm really on that fuck a celly bitch (Yea yea)
Soon as I step off in the Yo' I take my seat and close the door, I said it's hotter then a hoe
These niggas bums these niggas slow, ain't tryna talk they trained to go
I put a D in front the O
Bitch I just do and you won't know
Way different level fuck them guys
Bitch bring yo' friend I want it bi
After I nut I told her bye
I'm from that Nawf and was made by
I lay down what I stand on bitch you know I'm on that type of time
Hottest youngin' hard body ain't no bitches on this side
Threw my sim out in the ocean ain't no seein' up in mines
Look lil' wodie we not the same cause I'm on a different grind
Say don't make me take yo' bitch hit from the back and knock her spine
(I say smash that nigga stomp that nigga leave em' where his mama at)
(Hollows fill em' up like some mother fuckin' body fat eh)

Written by:
Qwanya Dunmore, Zech Sheridan

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