Fellons
I’m coming for u pussy Niggas put your hands up It’s a stick up bitch and it’s on the floor We gone toss the crib till we find the dough Tell us where it is might let you go Nah dawg fuck that live niggas roll Trees two keys glock 40 leave em cold Pmmmhh I’m gone scat pack we ridin Talkn shit both phones no hands drivin Two bad bitches on the line we viben Momma on hold talkn son you wilin Undelay undelay enimigos these little don’t speak my lingo All about the money never been no gringo Que pasta patana Blanca al Pacino stack or starve shootn par for the coarse Stay your lane niggas worry bout yours Just maintainn I’m eaten full coarse Jack meet the giant hunga bigger n yours These niggas Lyin gorillas chasn the Forbes Then they wanna hate knots bigger n yours Waitn on the plate I’m scrapn the floor Feed me feed me always room for more Battle tested always ready for war To the cops that shot me shoulda brought more the box can’t stop me Toss it up for the full time felons Cell block six give em hell no bailn Nigga touched down dolce concella Imma hold it down dawgs keep your heads up
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