Lyrics

Momma ain't raised no snitch but I got some bitch niggas doing time If Ian do the crime then why the fuck should I do the time? Baby girl I'm the truth girl thought I said these other niggas lyin If yeen let me slice the brick then that's 1 less nigga buying Free Bobby out the plant nigga Never fold never bent nigga He da realist in the plant nigga I'm da realist from the nap nigga On my head is some naps nigga Gotta laser beam Bitch i zap niggas I feel like Santa with the sack nigga I'm gone fold a nigga Issa wrap nigga I woke up thinking bout bands I woke up think bout spraying Drum on the Glock Ian leaving the band Like 50 you niggas can't keep it. A band Hollows stretch on you like a rubber band I want me a sack so I might take a chance Yo boyfriend ah bum he can't do what I can I do what I want bitch u do what u can