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Written By: Stanley Gentry

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They Thought It Was Over 

Aye  

Poppin These Verses That I'm Writing Its Another Version Teaching You Is One

Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment

ain't nervous, no
I got her workin' twerkin' and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn

I'm whipping Forgiato got his bitch all on my car
Wanna diss won't go too far I won't miss imma hit your top
A bitch ain't my main problem if it's

(to them cases)
To that money nigga I be speed racing (skrt, skrt)
If it's a problem then we handle altercations (paw, paw)
I got these bags in

CARS BY GARAGE AND GOT MONEY IN THE BANK
DAY HARD HIT A BAR SOLVE YA PROBLEM WIT A DRINK

NAH MA YO YOU REALLY GOTTA MUFUCKIN THINK
(gotta mufuckin

Decapitated
Yea I slayed it

And right before I cum, a nigga yell I MADE IT!

'Bout to wake the whole block up, lil bitch we made it!
Get the weed,

I'll tell Brody, cut the stew Girl, pop, lil' boy, you on the news
I think he was tough, we saw you on Blue Fleece When I'm 22, started hearin' your

seem to think we think are really not that major. There's problems in the world that we don't hardly understand, yet we b*tch about 'em talkin bout we

with cash
I'm all in my bag
Lil bitch I'm all in my bag

(Bitch) I'm all in my bag
And it's nothing but greatness
I got the team
And we plotting to make

Smoke with me
Steady, blazin' weed, by the b-a-g'z
Cold G'z got your eyeballs spinnin', hoe winnin'
Flashin' me the tongue ring
Hopin' that she can get in

Black Out

Young Thug

Jungle Rules

2017

the pills and liquor 'til we black out

My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you

problems got smoked like Wiz Khalifa
Remember twenty bag licks, I wanted it all
Now for a hundred bag lick, I hang up the call
But all these people show

got by
Me and you you and me
We all we got
We can still here but the
Team was fallin' out
Up in Heaven man I hope
He was smiling out
Devil

lil' boys can fuck with us then you blind
Touch down, fifty Ps, shout out to Delta Airlines (touch down, nigga)
I'm ballin', if it's smoke, we gon'

Yeah
Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah
I live for the day when things are alright
Problems on the low cause I keep them all tight
Step-by-step i know we all have

way to a different life
Surrounded by fear and hate and wee see the bullets fly

Why are we like this?
Settle false problems but can't seem to see

Nigga I be
Smoking this green
Get to the breesh
Do by any means
Don't got no time
For stupid lil things
You niggas is pawns
I feel like the king
Damn
Like

got talent, but the rest was steal
Now sit and think who really fuckin' with ill
When I grab you by the neck like Uncle Phil
Not a killer by nature,

Feeling froggy lil nigga
Cause I got her screaming when I hit it doggy, lil nigga
Woah
Fuck it up
Don't think twice
Bad bitch hella thick with the bright

Bet not start no motherfucking problems
If a bitch beef with me then I got em
Bitch bet not start no motherfucking problems
If a bitch play with me

and bitch niggas bark at the boy
Whip stank, hot boxin' skunk in the car
Lil' shit cool, but it's not up to par
Nigga be cool, we don't know who you are
Sleep

bitch look like a center

Where the fuck is yo manners m-m-m

Bitch nigga I'm chilling at Wayne's Manor

I got a monster in my heart I feel like Bruce

to misrepresent yes Nikki you did me wrong
But if that’s the game we playing then I’m about to play ball
Cause every little lady who wanted me in her drawls 
Got