Lyrics

(You don't got no south nigga here in your lounge) Never put a seven before my name Yeah The next nigga (gon' die) The next nigga (gon' die) The next nigga (gon' die) Next nigga (gon' die) The next nigga The next nigga that diss Marlo, gon' be the next to die We the ones that's giving nigga wings, we make bullets fly Pop 'em like a tire, I can make the toughest nigga cry Red tape, homicide, we put niggas in the sky Lotta nigga done died fighting, tuck my pride, call the opp He was with his OG, but for them let it slide, I got this bop She good at sucking dick, I told her "Open wide", she can't get my low Every time we meet, we always outside (yeah) Lil' hoe get up out the line, I have my other hoe go check her Love my Glock 19, but 19X a lil' bit better Lil' bitch think she's cute, bitch, you a look better on a sweater On the sprinter with like 30 switches, that's a real record Shh-shh, aye That's them right there I'ma go this way, you go that way and come from none (a'ight) Don't shoot no innocents, clapped the one they got the hoe But we liked the opps barber, have the switch gon' cut his hair When I dump my last 20, you can take it all from them (okay) All the opps kinda fast, except the one that's in a chair Life ain't fair, put his ass up in the The next nigga (gon' die) The next nigga (gon' die) The next nigga (gon' die) Next nigga (gon' die) The next nigga The next nigga that diss Marlo, gon' be the next to die We the ones that's giving nigga wings, we make bullets fly Pop 'em like a tire, I can make the toughest nigga cry Red tape, homicide, we put niggas in the sky (die, nigga)
Writer(s): Virgil Gibson, Muhammed Emin Topcu, Egor Sergeyevich Figurniak, Marcel Stanislaw Kapusta, Ryan Jeffrey Sukowski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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