MBK
387 Smelly
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Ayy, nigga play with me, then he gon' meet the reaper Cash money, boys, if I ain't shit then, I'm my brother's keeper Bitch, I ain't givin' neck giver the boot just like I'm Derek Jeter Cut a nigga out the money, play it, change his whole demeanor We can have the block sweatin' in the coldest season Brody keep them pints and store them in the coldest freezer Unky keep checkin' his hip like he still own a beeper This big bitch, will send a nigga home like he just hoed the teacher This bitch just asked me how I feel about her, I don't know for real But ask me how I feel about that money, I say, love kills I was in the break room of that Lil' Caesars, making drug deals Say we cook it up, then cut it up and box it like we makin' meals Unky break his whole thing down to nicks, like that nigga Meek I can cook two zips in one pan, say my dishes deep I gotta see niggas stand on business, what you spittin', cheap Everything we sippin' is expensive, cup from overseas Gang been hoopin' like it's for the chip, we might go to the league Pit get kinda vicious, grab that lil' bitch by the collar, ayy Bitch ain't have no cup, we poured it up in water bottles If that bitch come off the hip, then don't say shit, don't talk about it, nigga Cuz jus came lamb truck y'all niggas, get y'all bands up Put the beam on him make that nigga put his hands up She was suckin' dick, she had a fit, she had a tantrum I don't rock with fifties in my shit, I had a band drum Me and Mel about to hit this party up on M-Block Need some woods, we about to hit the E&N to make a pit stop Walk him down from seven feet and now I'm feelin' like I'm Kristaps I'll smack you bout my bitch and have you feelin' like you Chris Rock I'm a Gucci thug, I beat it up inside my flip-flops She don't let you f*ck, she call you over to make TikToks I'ma beat it up, and when I'm finished, have your hips lockin' Bullets hit his body, he get to dancin' like he crip-walkin' Look, all my hoes be knowin' that they hoes And for my main bitch, you know you got my heart forever yours Like Calvin Cambridge, I'm bout to take this shit from coast to coast She told me that she wasn't fuckin', I just told her, adios Adios, I just had to hit the road I'm a young nigga thuggin' with my bros I can never, ever, ever let them go Even though I feel like f*ck them niggas and they know Yeah, I'm on my shit, and you know it Young nigga, I'm on my shit, and I'm flowin MBK, yeah, they know how we goin We ain't worried about another crew, yeah, we on it MBK, I'm my brother's keeper MBK, I'm my brother's keeper, nigga MBK, I'm my brother's keeper Yeah, MBK, yeah, I'm really on this shit I ain't worried about a nigga, yeah, I'm really on this Niggas talkin' crazy, but I'm really on it You ain't really got to worry, I'm on it Whip, whip, bitch, I'm turnin' on these streets, nah Flip a nigga whip, make him hit a street sign Flick, flick, yeah, I'm smokin' on some weed, nah Yeah, I'm finna hit the flight, and I'm too high Ooh, yeah I got Smelly next to me, and he know how we cool I'm my brother's keeper forever, I can't never cap These niggas switchin' like the weather, I can't do that Smelly said, hop on a beat, so I had to do that Niggas really talkin' crazy, nigga, I'll move that Ayy, nigga in the whip, yeah, we got two straps They say you leavin' already, I just had to go back I'm my brother's keeper, and they know that Rockin' on these streets, yeah, nigga, we goin' fast They talkin' bout some beef, but I been off that Man, I get up in my mode, and I get up on that track Ayy, nigga play with me, then he gon' meet the reaper Cash money, boys, if I ain't shit then, I'm my brother's keeper Bitch, I ain't givin' neck giver the boot just like I'm Derek Jeter Cut a nigga out the money, play it, change his whole demeanor We can have the block sweatin' in the coldest season Brody keep them pints and store them in the coldest freezer Unky keep checkin' his hip like he still own a beeper This big bitch, will send a nigga home like he just hoed the teacher This bitch just asked me how I feel about her, I don't know for real But ask me how I feel about that money, I say, love kills I was in the break room of that Lil' Caesars, making drug deals Say we cook it up, then cut it up and box it like we makin' meals Unky break his whole thing down to nicks, like that nigga Meek I can cook two zips in one pan, say my dishes deep I gotta see niggas stand on business, what you spittin', cheap Everything we sippin' is expensive, cup from overseas Gang been hoopin' like it's for the chip, we might go to the league Pit get kinda vicious, grab that lil' bitch by the collar, ayy Bitch ain't have no cup, we poured it up in water bottles If that bitch come off the hip, then don't say shit, don't talk about it, nigga
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