Indictments (feat. Quany)

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Niggas waiting on indictments
Situations like dices
I be strapped like the isis
Only talk about prices
I make songs for niggas who rolling
Get the money no stoping for it
I was in the bushes they didn't know it
Now im at the doe like eviction notice
Keep thinking shit sweet i aint no hoe
Had to cut niggas off wit extra motives
Niggas want wat you got and won't never know it
So I ride with a Glock wit a thirty on it
He talking to much I pull up and bust
Rondo wit the nine I shoot good in a clutch
Pull up with a chop like you want it or what
Shit bagged he got hit in the gut
Baby glizzy its a Nina, make a nigga a believer
Dress him up like he ready for easter
Caught him lacking but he wasn't on cheaters
Holy moly got him looking for jesus
I got hoes but don't f*ck wit these skeezer
Know yo role cause my lil niggas demons
Keep a pole nigga plotting and scheming
Just give me a reason you know my finger be itching
These niggas know the meaning but swear that they really be with it
Come with them sticks like the cleaners beam on that bitch i aint missing
And my new lil bitch is a keeper cause she be whipping crack in the kitchen
It might be hot but that bitch rolling
Come and shop cause that shit going
Whatever to eat my nigga take your lick like a g my nigga
Niggas plotting and cops patrolling 
Ain't forgot it I got it on me
Don't jump in them streets my nigga
Unless you got u some heat my nigga
It might be hot but that bitch rolling
Come and shop cause that shit going
Whatever to eat my nigga take your lick like a g my nigga
Niggas plotting and cops patrolling 
Ain't forgot it I got it on me
Don't jump in them streets my nigga
Unless you got u some heat my nigga
Somebody pray for a sinner my day consists of a Pyrex and blender
Keep steal like I'm bender
Cooking and selling these dinners in places you niggas can't enter
Bitch I'm with butter fresher than niggas on in living colors
Finna gun down yo brother
He in the oven but he don't feel like it's nothing
Because he don't know that's it's coming
I don't play about that money I go crazy for them Hunnids
They be talking bout quany and I be talking bout quany
F*ck nigga let me hold something shake down Nigga yo money
Face down take his clothes from him
See him later strike a pose clutching
Ain't no love for these hoes f*ck em
I be playing with they souls crush em
Niggas staring at my gold clutching
Nigga try to bust a move bust em
If u snooze than you loose
Ain't no sleeping in the zoo
Niggas looking for some food
Acting bad for them blues
You wouldn't believe what I had to do
My life and the shit I'm attracted to
I had to find me a avenue
Bust me a head for a bag or two
You see me now I got different moves
I'm the same guy but a different dude
Cause I stay fly I be dripping juice
And my game mode on difficult
It might be hot but that bitch rolling
Come and shop cause that shit going
Whatever to eat my nigga take your lick like a g my nigga
Niggas plotting and cops patrolling 
Ain't forgot it I got it on me
Don't jump in them streets my nigga
Unless you got you some heat my nigga
It might be hot but that bitch rolling
Come and shop cause that shit going
Whatever to eat my nigga take your lick like a g my nigga
Niggas plotting and cops patrolling 
Ain't forgot it I got it on me
Don't jump in them streets my nigga
Unless you got u some heat my nigga

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