No Chorus - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith

Goons coming niggas hatin on me but them goons coming

Trap jumping got my eyes running I done sold another

Police chasin for me for first degree now that’s a cold runnin

Niggas scared lookin at a nigga liked they owed something

Matter a fact who are you ayy let me hold something

Who is this, this nigga a bitch I might expose something

I don’t fuck with you or your bitch because she stole something

The way you bitch playin with my balls you think she drove something

Drove something so damn clean I know you seen a G

On the block shout out to them Gwalas on the B.A.B

Choppas fired at a nigga neck like a Jesus Piece

The streets been waiting on me like Im the upcoming Jesus week

Jesus week so Merry Christmas

I be with Tay Keith he the fuckin hitta

Call my bullets scissors by the way they split ya

Rainbow ass nigga I smash ya skittle

These niggas fake and I don’t trust them

Bitches great but I don’t love them

Burn they face and them I shove them

Always put money above them

Niggas slow but y’all loved her

She a hoe but you gone cuff her

Imma fighter not a lover

So if you run on me then you in trouble

Call up lil double he gone bring these packs in

Most of these niggas be actin

They ain’t bout this action

Momma told me boy you better do your fucking best

You better have an A or B on your fuckin test, so I did that

Money on my mind gotta get that

Niggas whack that’s why I aim choppers at they filly hat

Fill you up with shells turn your ass to a taco shell

Nigga ran up on me, step back I shoot like Jarrett Jack

Big stacks your bitch eating me like a kit-kat

Pockets fact spread number 20s where my dollars at

Niggas gotta problem mask up ayy where them choppas at

Bangers in this place make a pussy nigga have a heart attack