Separate Myself Intro

Lyrics

[Intro] How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? (What?) Most these rap niggas on some ho shit How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? (What?) Most these rap niggas on some ho shit (DJ Bandz!) How goin' to school gone teach more shit And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit? Most these rap niggas on some ho shit (DJ Bandz, man, we mean business!) How goin' to school gone teach more shit (Had to separate myself from these fuck niggas, man) And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit? (Everything I do epic) (LA talk to 'em, bro) [Bridge] L'A Capone speakin', man (Stack or Starve, nigga) Team 600 You know we mean the mothafuckin' business, man, and I'm in the Chiraq, man Shoutout that boy DJ Bandz, man, salute, salute, we be in the building Niggas know how I'm comin', man You know, I just gotta separate myself, man From all this fufu shit (Already know, man) It's a lot of fufu shit goin' on 'round here, kid (How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch?) You hear me? [Verse 1] How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? (What?) Most these rap niggas on some ho shit (Get outta here) How goin' to school gone teach more shit And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit? (She lied) I guess I'm just stuck on that street shit Niggas mad cause we ball on that Heat shit And everyday, I pop out on some flee shit I love designer, that's me, shit How you talkin' to hoes 'bout bronem Why you talkin' to hoes 'bout bronem Pillow-talkin', we gotta expose him (Haha) If he got them oz, then we poke him L'A too real, you can't clone him You ain't talkin' no bands, then don't phone him (Don't be call me, shit) Two-tone chrome under the True shirt Try to go on a date and get your boo hurt I don't like no dramatic bitch So I just separate myself from shit If you post up, I hope you brought your kit Cause I'm woundin' cats when that chopper spit Lil Dee in the trap, pop out, Glock out He'll kill 'em, I ain't lyin', heard it from the horse mouth Can't walk through the Six, you a Brick, another route Hit a stain for the shit, made it flip, another house Young nigga hood, but I'm tryna make it out Meanwhile, these guys tryin' to get clout Ridin' through the hood, we let 30s hang out And if he ain't Double-O then he can't hang out (6 double O) Fuck talkin' tough, nigga, we can bang out It was rainin' out when my mom put me out (That shit fucked up) But I don't understand what the net beef 'bout It's a drill in your hood so nobody hang out (Pow pow) I ain't never heard 'bout a top-notch bitch Some raw little chick who ain't did no dick So when I get a check, put ice on my wrist Got a whole lot of shit, none for a bitch My name hold weight so niggas wanna kick Call up the lean man, need another six (Leanin') Hit another stain then do another hit Slide on the O, get a yop, now I'm lit [Bridge] Hahah, I be high as fuck, man That shit crazy Niggas know how I'm comin' Squad, sqaud, squad Ha [Verse 2] We don't tolerate bitch-ness (Nah) Sneak diss bad for your fitness Better get this, hit your block up, leave no witness 25 shots, that's Christmas (Merry Christmas) Got a handful of niggas on hitlists I made this here for the bitches And the snitches, and the lames (Lames, lames, lames, lames) Brick nigga, stay in your lane Only so long 'fore a nigga get changed All the opps wanna put dirt on my name I'ma still be the same (Niggas know how I rock) You can keep the change Ain't too many young niggas in the game that can say they ain't never been a motherfuckin' lame (I know you niggas, man) I watched these niggas get bitched by the gang It's levels to this shit, mane [Outro] 6-O, haha, bang Yeah, man (Squad) Free D-rose (Squad, squad, squad, squad) Numbanine, what up, bro? (What up, bro?) Free all them niggas, man (Free the guys, man) Cdai, what up, bro? (Squad, squad, squad) Free Lil-Dee (Let's get it, squad, let's get it)