Guilty3x - Up

Broke boy get yo bands up
Gotta get off ya boy stand up
And I'm sick of that bitch can't stand her
Keep me the pole just like I'm a lancer
Fill him with holes if he try to slander
What was yo goal when you fucking ran up
I got that bag know I gotta banter
Pouring purple in my Fanta
DND I wont answer
White bitch named Amanda
She gon do what I demand her
Talk down on the gang ima blam ya
See they hating on me I can't blame ya
Broke nigga just get yo bands up
Don't try me boy I keep the semi tucked
Chopper hit you harder than a semi truck
Say what you want I really don't give a fuck
Smoke is what you want then we gonna put ya up
Bitch ass nigga no I cannot fuck with ya nah
One call my shooter gon getcha knocked
Stacking money I keep getting richer ya
Richer everyday better know I get paid
And she want me for my for my cake oh no get away
Said I had bad day try me nigga I'm gone spray
365 bullets fmj try it you gon die today
Yeah that boy he so broke
Wanna be like me nigga know
Shit too easy do it with my eyes closed
Smoking on gas that's why my eyes closed
Give me a year I bet that I'll blow
Give me a year I bet that I'll grow
Just worried bout bands no not no hoe
You not my mans don't ask for dough
Ain't worried bout trends I do what I know
Talking down bitch you get hit with the pole
Can't stop now bitch I'm on a roll
Bitch shut yo mouth or you gotta go
My nigga scoring the pint like a goal
That nigga a clown that nigga a troll
My nigga walk down and take yo soul
Bitch I'm up now and I can't fold
I don't want clout just want the rolls
My nigga came with a draco he might send you up
Ima just do what I want
Roll up and spark up the blunt
To up I can't feel nun
Richer everyday better know I get paid
And she want me for my for my cake oh no get away
Said I had bad day try me nigga I'm gone spray
365 bullets fmj try it you gon die today

Written by:
Justin Noel

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