Gear 2
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Uh huh, uh, uh huh uh huh, uh, uh huh Uh huh, uh, uh huh uh huh, uh, uh huh Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh, yeah yeah yeah, huh uh Uh uh uh, uh uh uh, hmm-mmm (Go) I get racks, they get put On his head, head, yeah, yeah Shoot you, I can't miss, boy you dead, yeah Yeah she gon' f*ck with you, then F*ck the opps, she fed, yeah I had to go two-tone all my thots, mmm They black and red Ooh ooh, he can't make his shot That boy brick instead Ooh ooh, I don't want her talk, told her "Give me head" Ooh, we don't really wanna box We got box of lead (Grah, grah) If I take off on the cops They not catchin' shit How the f*ck that nigga verified If he poor as hell? How the f*ck that nigga so damn lame But look cool as hell? How the f*ck that nigga not gon' shoot But posting with shells? His ho wanna f*ck, finna call my troops 'cause we take no Ls If my partners get locked up I'ma pay they bail Say she like the way I act, man That ho know I'm chill I was sippin' Acky' Acky' 'til I fuckin' fell That ho cannot lock me up, this is not a jail Do that shit, uh, huh, do that shit, uh I guess it's about the time for Me to give 'em hell think he joking Cracked his ass like I'm Dave Chappelle Hollow tip will catch up to him Like a kiss and tell Told myself I wasn't gon' do it to 'em Had to get in there My ex wanna blow up my DM, girl I just wish you cared i feel like Lil Uzi, I Could stand on my money, yeah She so nasty, I put my dick in her tummy Yeah wrapped in fashion from head to Toe like a mummy, yeah I be gassin' when I'm out In public, I'm a dummy, yeah In the cut with two on Two, opps get to running, yeah No, baby girl I'm not that nigga that's gon' be there (Ooh, ooh) She like my flow, she like my hair Walk out that door, girl, I don't care How she 1D? She one-sided It ain't fair, ooh, ooh How these lil' niggas ain't solid? It ain't there, ooh, ooh Yeah, that chopper fuckin' beating Like a snare, uh, uh They steady bitin' all my shit Ain't got no heir, uh, uh She want some Dior kicks, I bought That ho two pairs, uh, uh She want my guap and she thinking I'ma share Uh uh (Uh, uh) If she ask me if I love her, I told her no Can't go out like I'm no sucker Can't go like y'all (Y'all, yeah, I) I get racks, they get put On his head, head, yeah, yeah Shoot you, I can't miss, boy you dead, yeah Yeah she gon' f*ck with you, then F*ck the opps, she fed, yeah I had to go two-tone all my thots, mmm They black and red Ooh ooh, he can't make his shot That boy brick instead Ooh ooh, I don't want her talk, told her "Give me head" Ooh, we don't really wanna box We got box of lead (Grah, grah) If I take off on the cops They not catchin' shit (Grah) If I spin up on his block, then we ripping it I'm never dating none of these thots They my enemies She just wanna be in all my space She won't let me breathe okay, okay Okay, okay, yeah
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Written by: ANDRE DONTREL BURT, BENJAMIN AMBROSE
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