Bob Marley

And I ain’t finna to lose out bitch these AF1's
Speaking of the ones, bitch I ain’t the one
Nigga take something from who? You ain’t taking none
My own brother’s wanna kill me boy they fake or what?
Yeah I got this bitch squirting, you can’t make her cum
Like I’m pulling up from three, I ain’t laying up
My bro just hit a opp bitch, now she prayin' for us
And why you think my brother with me? Bitch he came to fuck
A nigga try to take this chain off me? Then you a stupid nigga
Balling hard, tryna make the league like these hoopin' niggas
Bro ain’t got no bread, I tell him go, he get to shootin' niggas
And you would think we racist how we bouncing out and doin' niggas
Lost my heart the same day I started losing niggas
I don’t wanna shake no hands, I ain’t coo' wit' niggas
The same bitch you call your main bitch, she just blew a nigga
Throw a hundred in that 'K clip and put 'em through a nigga
And you don’t wanna know what’s in my dreams but it get lucid in there
Hell no I ain’t getting in that whip boy you got rufus in it
Bro’ll grab that 'K and get to spittin' like a tooth is missing
Hell no you ain’t pullin' down them pants, you been pootin' in 'em
Niggas want me dead in these streets, that’s why I carry
This red got a nigga moving slow like I’m Gary
I’m a real fast money boy like I’m Barry
A nigga might just fly out to the D to shoot with Jerry
Fuck it brodie call up Jerry, I think it’s time to shoot
I gave my lil' bro the Glock and said it’s time to shoot
And we ain’t came to order nothing but we still driving through
Oh that nigga your brother? Bitch you dying too
Bad lil' bitch, treat the dick like Blow Pop
How the fuck you niggas tryna funk and got no guap
How the fuck you niggas want smoke, and got no opps
Cutthoat nigga play with me and get your throat chopped
And me and Slimmy same gang, bitch you know how me and Bro rock
Your bitch call me daddy too, boy we both pops
He was in the whip with that sucka, now they both shot
Slide up over here like it’s good and get road blocked
Track two, just for the shoes that’s a bandy
Fucked her off the Perc then I made her eat a Plan B
I told her sip the cup and she said it taste like candy
Treat a sucka like a rubber band, I’m tryna stretch 'em
Bet it on the dice, what they hit for?
Looking for a opp grave for me to piss on
Sucka post his location, oh you big bold
Have the whole house rockin', hmm Flintstones
Damn, that’s what you doin' cuh?
I can’t count how many times I ran through a dub
Can’t be true to no suckas, I’m true to my thugs
Bro just brought a brick of lean he true to the mud
Ugh, I ain’t even gon' lie, girl yo' ass fine
But bitch you ain’t shit but a bad vibe
I told my opps up ten, them boys ain’t have five
Look at my bitch leaving me on read, hmm black eye
Doing donuts in the Cat this ain’t no RT
Hit his chest with that Glock and stop his heartbeat
Do I give a fuck about a bitch? Shit hardly
Fuck suckas, we want all the smoke, Bob Marley
On the gang