Formation - 86, Ld (67)

I could swear something' just got bun

I could do this rolling with gang

I can do this shit on my ones

On the opp block they run

I could swear something' just got bun

I could do this rolling with gang

I can do this shit on my ones

They know about me, don’t lack

Hit O and flip my pack

I like my ones black

Coco, breast and back

I do road, fact

I might take your pack

This summer I might do map

But for now, man’a just trap

Like anywhere man’a let that go

4 4 guys in skrr, lurking moving low

I got my shank, and it’s got that pole

I do him first, cah you know I love my bro

It’s like 44's in that long truck doing mad road

And I swear that little man’s on but the only problems he talks loads

Just copped a pack of bro and I bruck it down into bare stones

Tryna' mash all that bread and it got me up like I need phones

Ring trap, as soon as I send these texts I wanna see bands

In the trap house man doing ugh, fuck these cats

Pissed if I wanna take a shit, the toilets mad

But it’s all for the dash

If I pull up we warzing

No formation no tactics but out on the field we scoring

Bro got away but I got grabbed you know I never saw him

Get around on my ones, get around with gang on the opp block we touring

On the opp block they run

I could swear something' just got bun

I could do this rolling with gang

I can do this shit on my ones

On the opp block they run

I could swear something' just got bun

I could do this rolling with gang

I can do this shit on my ones

Man’a got money and grub

How you gonna snitch on your bro land road talk alla dat crud

Let me crush this bud

Just had words with the plug

Now I just bruck down grub

Me and Scrams in the trap

We finesse and jugg

It’s like tings all mad

My bro just stepped in the room now

He got his hands on a rrah

Couldn’t give a fuck about boom bow

It’s like tings all mad

My bro just stepped in the room now

He got his hands on a rrah

Couldn’t give a fuck about boom bow

Anyone Gunna is and Scrams is on then trust me I’m on them too

Holla at Baby R like lets make money lets get this food

Saw that nigga that owe me P like half of a Benley blue

Catch that guy on a rebound stamp mans face till it splits in 2

Can’t go where it ain’t safe, roll up bait

Bare man talking the talk they don’t know Stampface

Holla at bro for the amm, skinny nigga I’m moving weight

Fuck all of these opps, snitch niggas they sing like Drake

Get round in that truck with gang for niggas adding that K

If I pull up we warzing

No formation no tactics but out on the field we scoring

Bro got away but I got grabbed you know I never saw him

Get around on my ones, get around with gang on the opp block we touring

On the opp block they run

I could swear something' just got bun

I could do this rolling with gang

I can do this shit on my ones

On the opp block they run

I could swear something' just got bun

I could do this rolling with gang

I can do this shit on my ones

Washed niggas ain’t tryna get rich

I just robbed me 18 z’s, I was tryna get a brick

I can’t trust no thot, I’m screaming out lifes a bitch

Niggas screaming 86k that shit’s on a myth

Look, man still fuck your gang

So pissed, 1 move made 3 of my bro’s dem up in the can

No face no chase when I run up in your trap like show me the bands

Bros dem looking at 10, that weren’t part of the plan

My bro now ordering canteen, other day we was counting bands

I get the pack I break it down

Break it down I flood the strip

My amm is damn my amm is loud

Call me up you wan’t a bit

Talk is cheap I get busy

On my life I never slip

It’s like the air I get lizzy

God bless the trap niggas

Niggas love talking packs, Man I’ll jerk your O’s

Swear them boy’s that Youngs got beef on tune

I got beef on the roads

How man talk shit?

Had man crying in jail, he don’t want it from the 8 of the 6

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