$pida - nineteen

(Aye, Ah, Huh, Aye, Ah, Huh, Aye, Ah-Ah, Huh, Aye, Ah-Ah, Huh)

Me and my gang going up
Most of y'all niggas is down
My choppa ready to fuck
Now he don't wanna come out
Once that it's up then it's stuck
You niggas actin' like clowns
Glock nineteen gonna bust
Suppressor don't make a sound
Uh-Uh, I'm not ready to go
Me and my niggas rock vetements though
Uh-Uh, I'm not takin' you home
My gun is gay cause it's ready to blow
I'm boutta break it all up
Feeling like Lucki with lean in my cup
I'm boutta tell him what's up
Gave them a lot but they ain't had enough

Glock nineteen, can't forget a beam
One good shot gonna knock him real clean
Chill ass nigga don't get in no beef
Play with me nigga, I'm not what you seem
If I want it i'm not gonna ask
Oh he shootin'? I'm shootin' right back
I got the shit that's gon' make you relax
Glock nineteen gonna make you relapse

No i'm not takin no Tris'
I got yo bitch in here kissing my dick
My gun and my music ain't ever gon' miss
I'm texting your bitch and she couldn't resist
(Woo Yeah)
He said that he wanted to fight like
I'm boutta show him, like "Fight Night"
Punch out a tooth have the nigga like Mike Tyson
Knock out a nigga now he seeing bright lights
Hop out the cut, nigga I see you
12' pulling up nigga, I see who
Bitch i'm yo father like I lead you
Shooting my like gun just Kyrie do
Niggas offended now it's getting tactical
Killing for fun imma try out the reticle
He keep on talking like bullets are edible
Put down the phone, nigga tryna get federal (Aye)

Like a recipe, Niggas copy but can't get the best of me
We not in school why the fuck is you testing me?
You're like your father bitch call it "Pedigree" (Aye)
Never stopping it
When I see it you know that i'm copping it
I see an opp like a perc' yea i'm popping it
They hear my shit and they ask when i'm dropping it
5.56 nigga not gon' forget
Just like a fidget we make niggas spin
Spinning again and again and again
I'm wearing a fit that's as much as your rent
Matter fact (Yeah) a hoodie as much as your rent (Ah-Ah, Yeah)
A hoodie that you couldn't get
That shit isn't making no sense

That shit isn't making no sense
That shit isn't making no (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, aye, haha)
Niggas can't do it like me
(Aye, Ah-Ah, Huh)

Ha

(Uh-uh, huh)
Say it again
Me and my glock nineteen best friends (Me and my glock nineteen best friends)
You want beef then i'm gon' send (You want beef then i'm gon' send)
Say one thing your life gon' end

Thought I was finished?

Me and my gang going up
Most of y'all niggas is down
My choppa ready to fuck
Now he don't wanna come out
Once that it's up then it's stuck
You niggas actin' like clowns
Glock nineteen gonna bust
Suppressor don't make a sound
Uh-Uh, I'm not ready to go
Me and my niggas rock vetements though
Uh-Uh, I'm not takin' you home
My gun is gay cause it's ready to blow
I'm boutta break it all up
Feeling like Lucki with lean in my cup
I'm boutta tell him what's up
Gave them a lot but they ain't had enough

Written by:
$pida 8L

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