White Sheet E

Jays. Go against the gang, must be stupid, grab a White sheet. You know the bitch bad if she Sitting on the side of me. All white Forces, I don't need no designer jeans. Caught him at the light, left him slumped right In his seat. Baby stone gorillas is what she Yelling when she seeing me. I'd rather kill myself Than hang around with you yeeps. Yeah, that bitch pussy hitting good, couldn't help But to catch it. All my jewelry bust down, Go through a bag just to catch it. E350 twin turbos and the Beamer selected. Every time I'm walking, it's expensive the bag I'm Stepping. Brodie knock the opps soul out, told him Think before stepping. Two-two-three stacked to the Top, I fight six-two. .308 knock the opp down like, "Who are you?" Bulletproof vest, but the headshot will knock you Down. Niggas say y'all spinning on our blocks, man, You niggas clowns. Brodie went from trapping to Hawaii, damn, you trap that hard? Trying to make an M to have ten cars In my big backyard. Every time another opp die, Just shooting to start it. nigga shot my brother, Brother an opp, gotta die too. One and a half opps died, multiply it by Five too. Poured a six in a root beer, That's some nasty ass juice. Tell that bitch go Perk crazy when you fucking me too. I'm in the flops with two Glocks like, "What You tryna do?" Brodie had a.38 special, But we got choppers too. I'm hitting all the Backstreets when I'm sliding through. You hanging with a nigga that's an opp, you Getting popped too. Popping out your mouth like you Tough, but you not that guy. Baby stone with a fresh fade, I be super Fly. Nigga try to go against the gang, you Must wanna die. I'm mixing Percies with the lean, It like he wanna die. Let me face these Cookies to the face, I feel like Hank Bummer. They like, "How you rapping, making hits, but you Stay thugging? How you hit they block and spin Again and they taste nothing?" Brodie mixed the uh with the uh, still ain't Taste nothing. Trying to touch a big bag, I been running, running. I'm just trying to stack a mil' from a Hundred hundreds. I like when I'm off the pills, I be up to something. Ratchet-ass skelety with a Back, but her pussy bussing. Fucked around and sipped the juice, it got me Fucked up. All up in traffic and niggas swerving, Still ain't spill a cup. You niggas are not Active, man, I swear y'all need to toughen up. I swear to God, y'all need to toughen up. I hate them new niggas that try to come Around like, "Where you come from?" I know she a skelety, but I swear she Got a dumb bum. Man, show you different routes So you can go and get your funds up. The first rule to everything, you stay down and You gon' come up. Me my niggas yeah, we Tripping, we riding around with all these guns up. Opps that just don't want smoke, I guess them Niggas don't got love too. You ever seen fifty Thousand in the safe? That shit fucked me Ay, Big Bo, RF in five months, I think we Up to something. Ay, save for that baby. Niggas know we go brazy. And I'm fucking with the Jays, a nigga trip Then we gon' K him. I been popping all These Percs, they got me itching. And I never been caught lacking. I'm really known for getting jiggy. I'm from Boston, that's another thing. Fighting demons every day. Fuck the opps, we'll never change. See a crab, eternal rage. Spin they block and double back, not leaving 'til I snatch a face. Twin with two M's is Ringing bells all in different states. Ay, when I was fifteen, I bounced out, I Had to shoot a face. Sliding bare face, I'm On the six, make him do the race. Got demons in my head telling me to go And do some things. Tiny boy the one that Only see a opp, I go and rage. Got killers from the J gang, bitch, we on The same page. Niggas tagging walls, I'm doing Skits, I really gangbang. Twins on the chop, but we ain't shooting out The window. I was taught to walk a nigga Down and let the stick go. You ain't never shot shit, nigga, you cannot relate To us. We don't like to party, like to Go and get us one. Nigga, we like to Slide like Herc and Harbor where we from. The boys just pulled us over and that's on Phillies we had guns. The comrade trying to tax Us, nigga, and we gon' rock. I don't even show my face unless I'm getting Dollars. This Glock got a switch, get to shaking Like MadeinTYA. Every nigga in my camp got a Body on save it there.