bologn3

Uh yea Uh Uh Look Done waited to long Lil nigga lets rock out (Rockout) Keep a tool on my hip Then I step out (Step out) Counting commas Damn I'm running these checks up (Huh) Was down so long I got up and went Fresh out (Yea) Quick to up it And I cleared the whole block out 3 hitters with me And 1 on the look out (Gawwr) (Look out) Bullets flying hot Like a cookout (Ye) Niggas talking But they really Aint do nun We the party Brought the whole fucking Crew out YG Got the mf stu hot Catch a play act like We aint do nun Got a lil shorty she tryna Come do something I rock with the pistols But still love them drakos He tell on da homie So that was a case close (Closed) Nigga be phony Ain't eating Bologna Ain't trusting no bitch I just picked up the peso I move it just Say so (Say so) Upping the speed Like I'm switching the table My bitches was ghetto And some was just mellow And some speaking Spanish Like its Puerto Rico (Uh) By the time That I switch up the flow Catch me a pop Then I'm upping the score 4 pocket rockets We pull up with choppas Don't come for no talking We let that bitch blow I come from the bottom I never was poor Moving in silence Don't speak what I know Moving in silence I move like lil Roddy You know I keep boxes all over the store Like Like its retail I'm letting them go No No this project it ain't moving slow I keep me a swoosh Right next to my toe Right next to my toe Now let that shit blow (Bow) Hidden all under the beef These niggas be talking Like they be some hoes You wanna run it I might call a Tyson Or call up lil Roog Cause she let it blow Call up l Fredo Yea He let it go If you want all the fam on your Head Different colors make you see a rainbow (Oh yall thought y'all killed that shit) yea (Man take yo ass back in the booth And show them what y'all bout) From the island That bitch in the south We got youngins who will Shutdown your trap We bout money Bitch what is you bout Been adopted y'all Posted for clout My nigga We paid Catch a opp in close range (Uhuh) My hitters Going insane They cannot be tamed Beem on ya make em lay Make em lay broad day We toting them thangz My demons gone get ya (Getcha ) If he bout that action My hollows want miss you Better not catch you lacking This chop a dismiss you Demons be clapping cause we bout Our issues These niggas a joke fr They be capping say they touching a mil My brothas gone eat (Eat) You niggas is sleep (Sleep) We slanging that dope fr (Yea) Going nights without meal We steady toting on them steals My killas go up for the kill I would not share a tear I've been patient all year Touching niggas for they bills (For they bills) If you want the smoke Lets rockout (Rockout?) Tell a nigga what his Tell him watch his mouth (Watch ya mouth) Put that nigga on the net Make him tapout (Tappet) You know I'm all about a check Clear the clock out (Cha-ching) I aint toting berettas We got Glocks now (Glocks now) Keep applying the pressure When the opps out I've been showing you niggas How to rock out And the Glocks gone stand When you POP OUT (BOOM BOOM) GANG!