fa my brudda (feat. J O)
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Pop that ass for a blue hunnit, yeah we be stuntin', ice me out today cause Johnny now I got the Money My nigga what was funny Who lookin' for me? Claimin' that y'all slidin' but y'all was never huntin' I take your bitch now she my honey She ride the dick and then she suck it when I'm nuttin My girl that bitch yeah she one hunnit Yeah bout Q one of the oldest out the group Yeah he the truth Yeah bout Weezy spin yo block And whoever talkin' hot Yeah bout Zapp Yeah that's my brother so you ain't gon' f*ck with that Yeah I got four sisters so you know that that's a heart attack Please don't get my heart attached Spare nothin' so bitch come catch this fade like Penny Hardaway Look, spicin' niggas and pullin' triggers You ain't a hitter, missin' bullets Hittin' innocent but you claim them ass yo' niggas Glocks and K's, bitches with braids I'm off a eighth so spark a eighth cause every nigga in this bitch they down to spray So don't get layed, poppin pills and totin steel This shit finna get real my life a highlight reel bitch I'm tryna catch a deal Bitch I'm tryna catch a deal Skinoo Gang Pop out with them niggas that just wanna drill shit Pull up on yo' baby girl and give her kill dick She be tryna eat the dick up like she got the X-Lips Keep one in the head so it one more fit in the clip We always on Go mode Shootin' shit no GoPro Be all up in my business Don't be askin' me about no hoe You crazy on the internet You see us and get low though But is you really into that You know I'm with it Tit for tat, you give it I'ma give it back Box him up and ship him back Box him up and ship him back Bitch go get me a wrap Smokin' on the opps Grape swish sweet I call it apple jacks Ridin' till the wheel is flat Take you home and break your back Thick thighs with big titties Girl keep throwin' that shit back Y'all say y'all be f*ck Nigga free But y'all be cheatin You wanna f*ck a real nigga like me Give me a reason why this hoe keep callin' me Man I think this hoe been drinkin' Catch me on his block I'm bustin' Like I said bitch I be stuntin' If Skinoo Get the pole Then you know shit's turnin' ugly Ridin' for my brother 'Cause I know that he keep it a hunnit That's gutta nigga Say, What you gon' do for me? She say she gon' shoot for me All I need from you to eat this dick and count these blues for me Don't get too close to me 'Cause Bro nem quick to tweakin' shit And everybody at the table eat Ain't with that leachin' shit He steady speakin' on the gang(OKAY) We just gon' leak the bitch We spin yo block at any time And J O gon' let this Drakey hit Twin come in with Nina lit Mthang got Nicki and the tits We might just have to party Shit Okay Give it I'ma give it back Box em up and ship em back Smokin' on the opps, grape shit Sweet, I call it, Apple Jacks I call it, Apple Jacks I call it, Apple Jacks
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Written by: Damari Starks, Jorryn Franklin
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