Kids from Da Nawf - 4Real

Pull out some money and step out with bad bitches
They calling us savages
Slime this bitch out in all green where the cabbage is
Lil bitch I done bagged the digits
I'm da head huncho my niggas they had to get 'em
When he got outta the pin, not the bad guy but they wanna call me the villian
So i let dem niggas win
Cross me dis shit can get ugly, I'm grabbing ya twin
Throw the nigga of the deep end
Shawty call me up the other day, and said that she wanna see all my cemen
Niggas be broke
Don't hit me for a kilo
I ain't even gone believe em
Running to da feds
Telling them your secrets
Saw that shit through your demeanor
Niggas be hating and biting my style be shooting and making the block hot
Keep me a blicky on pop rocks
If a nigga run up send him to da top
Running from the cops
Slide underneath the gate get up hit the 40 yard
Meet up face to face
Time to beat the case cause I ain't lettin niggas take me out
I just woke up and I got me some racks
Fell in love with this cash
Spark up the blunt while I beat this bitch back
Yea I tap from the back
Ian making no noise when we creep in your trap Cause these niggas be rats
They ain't living like that but I'm living like that
Niggas ain't slime but they screaming out slatt
Bodies on bodies them boys touch my back Trying to get some get back
And I ride with them boys they ain't leaving no tracks
Foreign the coupe that's 200 the dash
Bad bitch I treat her like she regular
Too busy working swipe you off my schedule
If you need packs well just hit my cellular
I make her tap out rookie the wrestler
We back and we better than ever
I sit back and teach dat lil pussy professor
Applying that pressure
Da day that you niggas could touch us is never
We break in your home intruder
Smoking on pluto I feel like I'm future
I fell in love w a cougar
Fuck her then call her a uber
You broke as a joke yea that shit is humor
We spin on yo block again and again
I'm pullin the strings no violin
I break down her walls like she from berlin
I'm with the gang KFDN
I just woke up and I got me some racks
Fell in love with this cash
Spark up the blunt while I beat this bitch back
Yea I tap from the back
Ian making no noise when we creep in your trap Cause these niggas be rats
They ain't living like that but I'm living like that
Niggas ain't slime but they screaming out slatt
Bodies on bodies them boys touch my back Trying to get some get back
And I ride with them boys they ain't leaving no tracks
Foreign the coupe that's 200 the dash

Written by:
Austin Sadler, Corey Burnett, Gregory Bell III

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