Obeylp (feat. Munchielp)

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I know niggas that been gang banging
All they life
I mean like forever
Caught a felon nigga it’s iight
He ain’t know no better
I can bet ya this lil bitch gon’ suck my dick here if I let her
But instead of that
Give my mans your pussy and your neck
107 Shit
Only squad, gang, bitch it’s only fam
Bad bitch, we split 50 50 from her onlyfans
Only bands
Who the realest nigga, I’m the only man
Love it how she always let me f*ck her
But we only friends woah
She say I’m her gang bro
Know how the game go
You ain’t my only fan
Lame hoe, f*ck on the bang bro’s
And I fucked most your friends
I’m the doggest nigga you f*ck with
And I’ll expose your man
One up on him
And that boy a bitch
But I can’t expose my hands
You know this man
Love it when she spit and grip with both her hands
Semi with me, she see fendi with me
That hoe know the plan
Both my leeky’s milly
Keep em’ with me cause they both’ll blam
Get a gun, 107 101 baby that’s the only fam
I stopped smoking weed for a lil second
Lost control again
Picked the shit back up only this time I mix it with the hen
Made 100 grand off the scams
Did it with my friends
If we go get caught up by the feds
Just stick to the plan bitch
And I’m out on bail
Voices in my head tell me still get these bands
Hold up though
Leaning off this 4, codeine what we pour
Yo lil cro
Everybody know, if I blow they blow
Margiela steppin, I’m the flyest felon
He take all the hoes
So nigga what you saying
Nigga what you saying huh
I’m the one who flexing all them bands on Instagram huh
He the one all in your bitch DM
Think he the man huh
He the one that fly her out to bus like Peter Pan huh
Both your brothers died
You ain’t never slide
What, you need a xan huh
Me and all my brothers live
It’s a homicide when we leave the pan huh
It’s quarantine time, they ain’t outside
They just do it for the gram huh
23rd side, forever gon’ slide
And I put that on my nana
And bitch its smoke for sale
But these lil ass niggas don’t want no smoke for real
You mad your man got hit and died
That’s how you posed to feel
He stayed inside
He was posed to play the field
Ops Hittin’ my line like nigga chill
This shit for real yeah
We don’t got no poles for sale
Man this war so cold gotta keep your pole concealed
I’m driving, See them kids I’m on time
And hold up baby, hold the wheel
She know I’m real
Really seen me blow the steel
She know munchie got a drum
And got scopes for real
That hoe know the deal yeah
And any type of static
Call for automatics, get that boy In traffic
Shit get tragic, rollin’ off a flat
His brain on his lap
Picture that
Went and took your bitch and you can’t get her back
Remember that
Boy don’t start no problems
You can’t finish that woah
Last time I dropped a video, a diss track
On dogs I bent it back
Same night
Steady flipping wainwright
Off any black
Got AR and Brickz with me
Finna take the city back
Frizz a pack
Come and spin it back
They ain’t really into that gang

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