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49 flow
by 3SG Threeski
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I get in my feelings bout my brothers tryna kill niggas
Speaking on that body, here is some, I don't feel niggas
Loadin' up the nick for baby T, say he a real killer
Told me wipe it down, don't leave no prints, he a real driller
They say I ain't ready, bitch I'm ready, be for real nigga
Sit outside his crib, let's take him out, this a drill dinner
I'm the shorty trippin' in the mouth, she a kid spitter
Me and you, we different, tell you how, I'm a real nigga
I pop sand, that comma script can't go like pill head
I told cuz if I see kids, he say, bitch that deal dead
My shooter 8 plus 7, any step don't need a meal fed
They say do the step, but how he steppin' if he still there
Grrrrah, that boy claim that he gon' step, but he not
I was in the back, rollin' off a bean and still shot
I been rappin' for a couple years and bitch, I'm still hot
This new God come with a box, if he gon' smoke, we get him gun
Niggas B.O.T., they ask cap, I already know
Been on any opp that send a app, I hit joy phone
Told me drop a bag, it ain't free, he gon' get the load
Told him if he hit, that's on three, I'ma send it through
Niggas just be talkin' like a D, don't put me in them songs
Used to pop the pills, now I'm clean, say a nigga sober
Pop behind the wheel, I see them lights, I ain't pullin' over
Drinks just hit my phone, if he get back, he say overdose him
He a roll, I bet we pokin', bitch, my pocket full of token
I was in the feds with locktops, I'm out with big motion
My blue flags say in my left, I'm thirtied up, I'm big rollin
My bitch say that I ain't shit, but to them, I'm still chosen
And bitches thought they know it's me because I got the beam attached
They say I'm hot, they notice me, don't mention me about no rap
I was postin' on the block with A.I.P.'s and bigger straps
Drop the ski, reload the Glock, I took a break, but now I'm back
I be dressin' all black, drop a low and get him whacked
He want smoke, just say it's that, bitch, 30 Glock, my favorite strap
Blue flag, 30 shit, but y'all knew that
Sailor tie, don't slide, yeah, out your mind, boy, I'ma shoot that
Nike should've signed, I'm on my grind, but it's a new check
Bitches on my line, they comin' to us, I feel like Q-Hip
I feel like Q-Hip
I feel like Q-Hip
I feel like Q-Hip
I get in my feelings bout my brothers tryna kill niggas
Speaking on that body, here is some, I don't feel niggas
Loadin' up the nick for baby T, say he a real killer
Told me wipe it down, don't leave no prints, he a real driller
They say I ain't ready, bitch I'm ready, be for real nigga
Sit outside his crib, let's take him out, this a drill dinner
I'm the shorty trippin' in the mouth, she a kid spitter
Me and you, we different, tell you how, I'm a real nigga
I pop sand, that comma script can't go like pill head
I told cuz if I see kids, he say, bitch that deal dead
My shooter 8 plus 7, any step don't need a meal fed
They say do the step, but how he steppin' if he still there
Grrrrah, that boy claim that he gon' step, but he not
I was in the back, rollin' off a bean and still shot
I been rappin' for a couple years and bitch, I'm still hot
This new God come with a box, if he gon' smoke, we get him gun
Niggas B.O.T., they ask cap, I already know
Been on any opp that send a app, I hit joy phone
Told me drop a bag, it ain't free, he gon' get the load
Told him if he hit, that's on three, I'ma send it through
Niggas just be talkin' like a D, don't put me in them songs
Used to pop the pills, now I'm clean, say a nigga sober
Pop behind the wheel, I see them lights, I ain't pullin' over
Drinks just hit my phone, if he get back, he say overdose him
He a roll, I bet we pokin', bitch, my pocket full of token
I was in the feds with locktops, I'm out with big motion
My blue flags say in my left, I'm thirtied up, I'm big rollin
My bitch say that I ain't shit, but to them, I'm still chosen
And bitches thought they know it's me because I got the beam attached
They say I'm hot, they notice me, don't mention me about no rap
I was postin' on the block with A.I.P.'s and bigger straps
Drop the ski, reload the Glock, I took a break, but now I'm back
I be dressin' all black, drop a low and get him whacked
He want smoke, just say it's that, bitch, 30 Glock, my favorite strap
Blue flag, 30 shit, but y'all knew that
Sailor tie, don't slide, yeah, out your mind, boy, I'ma shoot that
Nike should've signed, I'm on my grind, but it's a new check
Bitches on my line, they comin' to us, I feel like Q-Hip
I feel like Q-Hip
I feel like Q-Hip
I feel like Q-Hip
