twanie10 - Rivals

We the ones who really slidin'
We the ones who really gettin' it
Caught a opp that nigga died he got shot up in his fitty
We the ones who gettin' gwuap
We the riches in the city
Catch you lackin' on the block
Ima up the score up in the city
Three hundred blackout got a scope
Bro got a beam on the glizzy
I got a fifty in my Glock we slide around with bookoo tittes
Steady smokin' dead opps this shit got me feeling dizzy
I call my brothers they gone slide
They gone pull up and then get busy
Ou shit them seven teners on the block
Ou shit them seven teners gettin' gwuap
Ou shit them seven teners on the rise
Ou shit you spin on them you gon' die
Cant fuck with the gang
My brothers gone slide they aint sayin' no names
Come to my city we takin' yo chain
Spin on blocks got bookoo aim
Fuck nigga know
My niggas gone let it blow
My niggas they be on go
My niggas be clutchin' poles
My niggas never gone fold
Ay
My niggas never gone fold
My niggas be clutchin' poles
My niggas be smokin' dope
Ay
Dead opps what i smoke
Spend on blocks let it blow
Seven teners on go
Hop out on a nigga get to blastin' at his ass
Donnie swing his dreads he put the choppa to yo back ay
Doolie gotta cig he go to slidin' when he mad
He catch a body when he mad
These niggas hidin' where they at
They aint gettin' no cash
My niggas chasin' the bag
Tryna cop a wraith
Tryna get a jag
Go out of state
Do the race
You know i cant leave no trace
I play it smart i play it safe
That aint my dog that boy a snake
That nigga ratted in my face
Fuck that make sure that nigga lay
Ay
Got her name tatted thats my bae
We spin on blocks with bookoo dracs
These niggas hoes i cant relate
Ay
That aint my bro that nigga fake
These niggas lyin' to my face
I big bro he let it spray

Written by:
Jatwanie Lee

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