Stg

Yeah, I'm with my brothers, I swear to god we really be stunting Yeah, sipping on muddy, I swear to god I feel it in my stomach Yeah, f*ck on the opps bitch I swear to god these niggas be running Yeah, pull out a AK I swear to god we really be gunning Yeah, you wanna stunt hit you with the blade Feel like a ghost I might fade away Boy we ain't running to fade today We put 'em up in a grave today Blowing on gas but the grade, its A My chopper bang like the 808s F*ck what the hate gotta say today Yeah, I got new bands You try to run up on me, this chopper gone stay in my hand Don't make no assumtion on me, cause nigga you don't understand I spent a whole damn day on the perc, whole day on the xan Yeah, I got problems in my head, you don't get it Even if you did I probably still wouldn't let you in On that block I spit real shit i'm steady choosing Told momma i love her, i'm finna make you rich Want bands like this like nigga you wish I told her I love her but she a nuisance Yeah I got a new chopper, it came with new clips You a hater, we don't even know who you is Yeah, I'm with my brothers, I swear to god we really be stunting Yeah, sipping on muddy, I swear to god I feel it in my stomach Yeah, f*ck on the opps bitch I swear to god these niggas be running Yeah, pull out a AK I swear to god we really be gunning Yeah, I'm with my brothers, I swear to god we really be stunting Yeah, sipping on muddy, I swear to god I feel it in my stomach Yeah, f*ck on the opps bitch I swear to god these niggas be running Yeah, pull out a AK I swear to god we really be gunning