Cameo3x - Word Around Town (feat. SelfmadeBj)

Word around town , nigga got his fye took then he told
Nigga talking crazy , when I catch him ima wipe his nose
Aye I'm cooking shit like pan lil shawty want me girl I'm not your man
Dis chop gone crop his top give him a tan , now go spin for your mans
These niggas swear they throwed
My brother had the stick he threw the pole
These bullets had him running like a pro
These niggas know they hoes
I just got me sum slight
You play with gang boy , we gone end your life
I'm rolling shit like dice
My nigga got a bond we pay that price
Aye that boy know he a rat we give him cheese
these niggas copping pleas
I caught a opp lacking nigga almost got put on a tee
Them niggas with all that capping
Glock gone turn you to dust
I call that magic
Man nun of my niggas ain't slacking
We having motion boy we really having
I'm the type to run 'em down no I ain't trying shoot out no car
Bullets chasing him he running fast but he won't make it far
Fuck what you say you speak on gang now you a stain you meet Allah
13 and wild I did some shit but I won't speak on what I saw
No I won't speak on what I did or what I seen Ian the telling type
I catch 'em out of bounds after dark boy this here a deadly night
Diss on 8 we gone take yo life
Catch 'em and it's a bloody sight
You see 'em in the whip let that blick go and then you bust a right
Who told these niggas they was stepping
Fuck a .380 Fuck a Hipoint and fuck that lil smith and Wesson
We tryna let off .223's and ARP's when we catch 'em
He getting baptized with these bullets Ima fuck around and bless 'em
Who told this niggas they was steppin
We tryna let off .223's and ARP's when we catch 'em
He getting baptized with these bullets ima bless 'em
Acting wild these niggas know that ima bless 'em
Who told these niggas they was fly , they can get sent right to heaven
These niggas can't compete they really soft they in that jam telling
This choppa kicking like it's tekken
Bullets hit you , yo mama stressing
Yea I can't go out like no hoe
We run him down he take his necklace
I'm trying to get right to them bucks
We kicking shit just like sum chucks
I walk around the ville untouched
Any opp try this shit get punched
These niggas going out like sacks
My brother in the field Iraq
Lil shawty want me to break her back
But I can't go right for the jack

Written by:
Cameo SL

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