Wishin' Death On Me
NFG Duck
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Drum dummie And these niggas out here steady wishing death on me And it's probably cuz they know that I could step on em NFG I'm seeing red homie Fa Fa Gang Long live SK you heard me look SME in the motherfucking building look Check me Say I was down bad struggling on my dick looking for a front Remember days steady tryna hustle just to smoke a blunt Now I'm grinding I'm tryna shine like a fuckin' star So If I tell you that I love you just respect my heart And If you give a bitch a inch she gon take it far So If you give a bitch a pinch she gone want it all Birkin bags & red bottoms what they chasing for But I just want some real love that's what I'm waiting for But f*ck commitment i don't trust cuz everybody fold Fucking up my brain smoking dope at only 9 years old Where I'm from we solve our problems Ain't no calling troll I'm Shitting on these niggas I got paper and it's on a roll I was lacking ambition But I was born with visions Of being richer than pippen I'm slurring words off this biscotti I been on a mission To Give my mama a kitchen In a mansion that's hidden So she won't have to worry why In my city niggas steady wishing death on me Yeah It's prolly cuz they know that i could step on em' I ain't trippin I'm on my way to living better homie But I'm from Florida where you gotta keep a weapon on ya Heart cold so you know I got a sweater on it I know how it feels to lose a brother homie Why ohhh does it never get no better Only God knows how many more is they gon take from me I couldn't even cry or say good bye when lil Jalah passed Say death been knocking on my door grim reaper on my ass Say I been tryna keep it hype but I been in my bag Skrt off in the SRT with Q 120 on the dash And I don't bang but I'm gon' die bout my respect If a pussy nigga diss me we gon' slide it ain't no stress He put three 7s on his neck take off 15 and what you get? 7.62 hollow points we punching bullets through yo chest boy f*ck a vest F*ck that triple seven shit I'm NFG as f*ck I'll set it off in this bitch So if it's up it's stuck Don't give a f*ck about no nigga bet not try ya luck I'll Crash out in this bitch just like I did the truck Say Mike was jigging off dem bars and now he scared of death The grim reaper in his face and he could smell his breath And all them Niggas think he hard Ill smack him with this left I got some shit I need to say let's get it off my chest Boy you a bitch and you know it I don't have to tell you Whole hoe up in these streets just like some dope I'll sell you You don't know I touched some bread I rock that heavy metal Run up on me if you want bitch you gon meet the devil You "Da Kid" who be running on them fake straps You "Da Kid" who be talking like he on that Say you "Da Kid" pussy nigga you gon shake back Now you triple 7 something I can't say that You heard ...
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