Diddy (feat. Why S)

Cronem? Cronem? It's Why S too sick back in the place man you know how we rocking nigga(grtt) Headshot man down Make that nigga bop like Diddy Had to check my PO Every gun on the block came with me 100 from 0 Yea my demons shoot real quickly Had to cop new swag Now my Burberry coat don't fit me Brand-new Glock ten, Shooters gone walk in Lil bro no custodian he get to moppin' Yeezys and off white I just be saucin' Trap got to clock in whole gang be bossin' She my lil darling suck me till the mornin' Keep the hammer like arm and get bread they starvin' My shooters on point think yours need to sharpen Way to much drip I might give you a carton Turn up wit my squad turn up till the mornin' Pookie had to cut because the bucktes callin' Can't move fast but there ain't no stallin' Shorty shaking her ass because WhyS is ballin' I was locked in the box ain't nobody callin' Now she said it's love that she think she fallin' If I never had this chain would you still be fallin' Put my daughter on the phone so I can hear her talkin' I ain't talking swag when I'm going shoppin' But the Balmains tag showed you I am poppin' And I'm not one to brag I would rather shot him Straight out the woods gang like Compton Aye, dripping in sauce Charge to the streets so I don't take a loss Aye, I feel like a boss 31 shots in my bid Terrance Ross My bitch get the addy my youngins on kotch Even on range we still run at the opps 'Member them days we was sharing a thot Ride for my bro's because that's all that I got I'm with Burna Bandz and we still at the pot Skurt from the trap in a drop I feel like wass with a opp I feel like wass with a opp Headshot man down Make that nigga bop like Diddy Had to check my PO Every gun on the block came with me 100 from 0 Yea my demons shoot real quickly Had to cop new swag Now my Burberry coat don't fit me Brand-new Glock ten, Shooters gone walk in Lil bro no custodian he get to moppin' Yeezys and off white I just be saucin' Trap got to clock in whole gang be bossin' She my lil darling suck me till the mornin' Keep the hammer like arm and get bread they starvin' My shooters on point think yours need to sharpen Way to much drip I might give you a carton Bitch I'm still wassin' Leave a whole in your head like free willy the dolphin That's your shooter he need to sharpen In the trap see doves when you walk in Big Glock 10 milly Got it raw re-rock it finesse baby Need a bag so I gotta get a check daily I can throw the pack at you like Tom Brady Got a play on the zap for a few birdies 'Bout to wrap the plug up like a food basket Shoot a nigga man I gotta get a new ratchet Old bitch boring gotta get a new bad bitch Walk up on blast I don't care who has it Blick on me while I'm roundin' round in traffic Got bad bitches doin' dick in the mansion Her man calling she in gangland she ain't answerin' And we pull up make a movie, Blue-ray Two choppers in the cut, 2K Everybody round me pressin', who ain't? Walk into my trap, food bank Can't survive da 45 you ain't like Liu Kang Buss his head he need a aspirin I heard his glizzy for fashion Niggas ain't with it they cappin' Headshot man down Make that nigga bop like Diddy Had to check my PO Every gun on the block came with me 100 from 0 Yea my demons shoot real quickly Had to cop new swag Now my Burberry coat don't fit me Brand-new Glock ten, Shooters gone walk in Lil bro no custodian he get to moppin' Yeezys and off white I just be saucin' Trap got to clock in whole gang be bossin' She my lil darling suck me till the mornin' Keep the hammer like arm and get bread they starvin' My shooters on point think yours need to sharpen Way to much drip I might give you a carton