One Foe - Neptune Flow

I pull up in benzio
I live in the studio
I think im young billy goat
Im tired of the city hoes
Im tired of the city hoes
I ran up them millios
4 4 4
Pain gone flow
Rain gone go
Dont come fucking with the gang thangs gone blow
Im a demon had to let angels go
3 a animal you cant tame him no
You cant let em play with ya name oh oh oh
They gone do whatever for fame oh oh oh
Shawty thought she was running game she loco
And this 30 clip gonna hang in my coat oh
Choppa got some kick back, now they calling dispatch
I can get ya mother fucking bitch and my wrist wet
Pull up in some shit right on the block they like what is that
And i saw you hating pay attention could not miss that
Precision couldnt miss that, this is where the drip at
And im in her mother fucking tummy like a 6 pack
Come up to the door and put the money where the slits at
Yeen treat her right and now you wonder where your bitch at
44 like a thief, got her on her knees
I just took ya bitch you want her back then you say please
I feel disrespected wipe yo nose like you sneeze
I got niggas throwing ficking b’s like they steves
4 dont do it please
Money is a need
How the fuck you gonna let your heart just up and leave
I just pulled up to the fucking park to serve some weed ya
Hit em with the remix ya i had to add a tease heyy
Say hello to me heyy
They dont know bout me heyy
If you having pressure just pull up where 44 be heyy
Lil bitch tried to wreck me yeh she tried to total me heyy
Send my dog to fetch him im like yeah totally yay
They dont know bout me, i got one two hoes with me
I just pulled on the kid he tried to call the folks on me
Im just really doing this cause i know people hope on me
They was with me when im hot and now they turning cold on me
Pain gone flow
Rain gone go
If you fucking the gang thangs gone blow
You wont catch me tryna get a name oh oh oh
You wont catch me tryna get some stain oh oh oh
Fame a go
Ya name a go
I aint made thats just how the game gone go oh
I aint made i know people change oh oh oh
I aint made i know things change oh oh oh
C.l.a.y.c.o
I live in the studio
I pull up in benzios
They watch me like video
I think im young billy goat
Got tired of these city hoes
I bolt in the track hawk
Came up from the asphalt
What you showing ya ass for
I did the whole thing on the dash board
I threw her off backboard, we the get money task force
Can you tell me why i need to relax for
I do not know that boy, so he gotta get taxed for
Im getting money now i can not go back poor
They want us to lack more
So they can come blast boy
He a killa now he blaming his dad boy
He dressed in all black boy but he aint have a mask boy
Im from the souf and you know we all we had boy
I know it sound sad boy, aint no point to be mad boy
Pain gone flow
Rain gone go
Dont come fucking with the gang thangs gone blow
Im a demon had to let angels go
3 a animal you cant tame him no
You cant let em play with ya name oh oh oh
They gone do whatever for fame oh oh oh
Shawty thought she was running game she loco
And this 30 clip gonna hang in my coat

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One Foe

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