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Puttin You Down
1Way4xx
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Damn, I won't credit, this shit hard
He still living, he got head tapped
I'm in my feelings 'bout the guys, don't wanna talk, just leave me alone
I might DND my phone
I was stuck inside that cell and all them hos had did me wrong
Now I'm quick to swing my door before that window rolling down
If a nigga saying smoke well, then we rolling out the pound
My brother seven, Chris Bacon his Glock, I shoot 36 rounds
Catch a flight in gold T.I., get 'em whacked from out of town
You can learn something if you listen, pussy nigga, I'm putting you down
Money talk, bullshit walk, nigga, I'm a boss
Foreign bitch, she gone eat the dick just by the way I talk
Brody go up top to catch his plays that nigga ran them off
Brody go up top to catch his plays that nigga ran them off
What we do, bitch, I break the law, you know I break the law (you know that)
What you do, bitch, I get it off, you know I get it off (you know that)
Okay, cool, I'ma drop a ten, so make sure he can't talk (then show that)
Okay, cool, I'ma drop a ten, so make sure he can't talk
I get the loan, I'm on stalk
I'm in the air long way from the bed, match me in that Hawk
Feds gave lil' D-Rock ten squeezed, told Z he got caught
Swing my door, bought my brother, bitch, I love him so that's low
Get in my feeling 'bout the guys, don't wanna talk, just leave me alone
I might DND my phone
I was stuck inside that cell and all them hos that did me wrong
Now I'm quick to swing my door before that window rollin' down, nigga
Before that window rollin' down, now I'm quick to say
I swear to God before that window rollin' down, huh
Yeah, window rollin' down, ain't nothin' quick to say now before that, prr
I just spilled my cup, I'm high as fuck, so bitch, I'm out now
All them niggas tried it and they died, but I'm the bad guy
Babe, you way too fine to go in public with your ass out
Girl, that shit too fat, you can't even tell me you don't got ass shots
But it ain't my business, niggas know I stand on business
For the Glocks, for the K's, I done fell in love with switches
Stop the Kawi on they block, hop out chase, lil' bro, go get 'em
MTO is fucked, the opps see you gon' die, you in the middle
He still living, he got head tap
I'm in my feelings 'bout the guys, don't wanna talk, just leave me alone
I'm out here DND my phone
I was stuck inside that cell and all them hos had did me wrong
Now I'm quick to swing my door before that window rollin' down
If a nigga said smoke well, then we rollin' off the pound
My brother seven, Chris Beck in his Glock, I shoot 36 rounds
Catch a flight in gold T.I., get 'em whacked from out of town
You can learn somethin' if you listen, pussy nigga, I'm puttin' you down