Wit My Cousin (feat. Vellano Von)

Every time I hop on the beat like this, you know it ain't nothin' nice They say if you ain't got nothin' nice to say, don't say it at all But I'ma say that shit anyway, yeah 2Times Lil' bitch I'm him I been that nigga that bring his guys up Been textin' Brody phone for seven months, found out he died, that fucked my mind He had a daughter that he left, but that street shit you get when signed up Don't even trip, enjoy your rest, bro, she'll be straight, I get my grind Lotta you niggas showed you hoes and got exposed for that shit Thinkin' that I'm just some rapper, you get disposed in this bitch I never lied bout feeding family Man, that shit ain't no discussion I'm in the booth right now and chillin' with my cousin Snap my fingers give me top like the bop that she is Lil' bitch ask I love her, uh-uh, I don't want no kids They tell me lately I been spittin' shit, I know I handle biz That's why when niggas say I don't, I put my views up, what it is Got one shorty who on go, but y'all don't know, cause she don't loaf She ask to suck up on my dick or pipe her down, I told her both If I hit big homie on my line, you come for mine we do the most You play with me or play wit mine, you out of land, we turn you ghosts Don't mention me, my fam, or T, cause shit, we aimin' for the head man It's still one nigga we call Undertaker, cause he is a dead man Don't mention NKM or 1way, cause them beams gon' leave a headband These niggas always claim ten toes, now how the f*ck he doin' the runnin' man Lil Bitch, I'm him I been that nigga that bring his guys up Been textin' Brody phone for seven months, found out he died, that fucked mind up He had a daughter that he left, but that street shit you get when signed up Don't even trip, enjoy your rest, bro, she'll be straight, I get my grind up Lotta you niggas showed you hoes and got exposed for that shit Thinkin' that I'm just some rapper, you get disposed in this bitch I never lied bout feedin' family Man, that shit ain't no discussion I'm in the booth right now and chillin' with my cousin Bitch, I get down how I live, you gon' lay down when I catch you We carry sticks to the waist, we put bricks to your face Hit a lick, it's my job, you gon' up that fuckin' pay You want some money or you don't, I'ma get it either way Can't be trappin' where I stay, I had to pay a bitch to use her crib Money comin' in, we straight I might just eat her pussy like a dog, cause I don't play Never drinkin' on beer, pass that through Dusse She like fuckin' off liquor, cause she love just what I say Bitch, I'm looser than a screw, cause I'm that and I ain't dem Throw yo set up, lil' bitch you know, I'm OBF I'm in the stu with my cousin, play with him Call for help, cause I'm comin' for your death Keep my head to the left, keep it pimpin' how I step Keep a limp when I walk Hoe I'm pimpin', watch how you talk You talk to me, I'ma tell you when to talk Lil bitch I'm him I been that nigga that bring his guys up Been textin' Brody phone for seven months, found out he died that fucked my mind up Had a daughter that he left, but that street shit, you get when signed up Don't even trip, enjoy your rest, bro, she'll be straight, I get my grind up Lotta you niggas showed you hoes and got exposed for that shit Thinkin' that I'm just some rapper, you get disposed in this bitch I never lied bout feedin' family, man, that shit ain't no discussion F*ck you mean, I'm in the booth right now and chillin' with my cousin