Verse one: You know I overdose
Got a 4-5 on my waist
You have better get the f*ck up out of my face Im an uptight n*gga better learn my place
Chillen with my brody bros
Liquor all over my face, you a lame you a mother f*cking disgrace like for reals why you rapping in the first place
Ayye, she probably heard Im a badass n*gga
Probabaly heard Im a rad ass n*gga
Cold like december, more cash I deliver, more pants and I bought more pads in the winter
And my bros know
You know all my hoes know
Never on that gangster sh*t
You a ratchet chick then you so so
You know when the beat get a hold of me
Every beat get bagged MR. Grocery
Everyday poppin tags writing poetry
Got a flow so cold, oh wow its me
Got a blunt full of gas and some Hennessy
Motherf*ck my past look in front of me
n*ggas know im a G
But you don't know me
Will Z
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You know I overdose(Heard you a lame better get up off my beat)
Chillen with my brody bros(n*gga when I rock that beat better bump my sh*t)
Even my momma knows(Whip it, ride it, love how how I do it like this)
A'int go no problems no(f*ck you lames let me swag real quick)
You know I overdose ayy I overdose, chillen with my brody bros ayy my brody bro
You know I overdose ayy I overdose, chillen with my brody bros, my brody bro
Verse 2: I got hella hoes, I got hella hoes, I got hella flows no money though, Its kinda sad,but at least I got momma though my n*gga
I don't gangbang, but homies got choppers though
Run away from the cops got caught before, I kinda wish that the b*tch didn't tell the po but she did it
I mean don't mess in the ride Mr. honda civic
f*ck though's lies and I heard you b*tching
My n*ggas don't f*ck with the lames or snitches
Never told doubt's cuz I'd know I'd be okay
These n*ggas talk down saying homie in yo face
And I would pop, but thats my old ways
You know you know
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