Lyrics
Uh-oh
That boy Akafoo
That's right, huh
That boy Akafoo
When it get real, niggas start tuckin' tails
Play pussy and get rolled
Have a kiss, I just fucked up
Put that on G-Soul
Niggas I grew up with
Don't talk my name behind my back
With hoes like I won't pull a blitz
Fuck over shit and grind somethin' in a row
Get busy gang, we don't get back
Cause we spring first, push up that face
Get lemonade to Ives, that's 20 off the back
They hit his head, come on, let's fuck or something
Drop shells on solid V-Wild when I'm steppin
That ain't my pot, now I ain't slide in the bottom
Who said they got left
I got reigns to get shit faced
Speak to a call, we can go right now
Run the band, we make shit choke turn
Shit that goes through, then shit pentime
I do that shit, watch how I hit the stick
Get low, make niggas bow
Leave his ass smoked out a box
Lil' T-Clutch and a blind brain
Thought I spot her, I believe him
You fuck my bitch, nigga, I ain't tender
I ain't trippin', I'm a demon
Only fuck her when I get low
I ain't got no mission to go creepin
I want blood, my ponies want it too
So fuck it, let's get it
Niggas start suckin
Tell us, play pussy and get rolled
Never kissed, I just fucked
I could put that on G-Soul
Niggas I grew up with
Don't talk my name behind my back
With hoes like I won't pull a blitz
Fuck over shit and grind somethin' in a row
Get busy gang, we don't get back
Cause we spring first, push up that face
Get lemonade to Ives, that's 20 off the back
They hit his head, come on, let's fuck with somethin
Drop shells on Silent B, why when I step
That ain't my pod, nah, I ain't slidin' the bottom
Who say they got left
Out my top, told them, stole the Raws
No talkin', I hop out
Ain't no nigga got me like this
2014, I was caught
Disconnect phone, fuckin' that phone
We connect through on they block
Inhalin' gun smoke in my lungs
Mixin' with drugs and watch I lock
I'm tryna stalk him out and fill him up
Police and take this V
Them niggas fit, pop off
It's a homicide, don't run, don't beat your feet
It's my business, we leave niggas missin
Stress all on they three
Who did it is
Who in the middle of mind
It's all up in the head
WRITERS
Toren Martin
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