Titanic ft. Lost Star Radio & worse Lyrics

I stay with the stick, walking with a FN

My choppa the pastor, know that it's gon bless him

Got Sah by my side, he tote a Smith & Weston

Bandz get to the bag nigga, yeah no question

You talk on my name, know that ima check em

My choppa like Wralph, you know that ima wreck em

Nigga you stupid? or Nigga you dumb?

Only smoke za, feel it in my lungs

These niggas be broke pocket watching funds

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That be the sound when I creep through the back block

Robbed you a for a reason nigga, why you mad for?

When I fuck on his bitch, I shatter like a backboard

When I get in the stu with Nino we lit

Crashout Boy move it by the flip

When them demons pop out, all them niggas dip

My choppa my best friend, this shit on my hip

And that's ya main hoe, we busted on her lip

Do a hit off a shroom, nigga take a trip

I been fiendin for tris I gotta take a sip

Swipe a piece that's 20k up on a fit

If you talk out your face, I bet you catch a lift

Got Sah with the hoodie, and you know it's Rick

How many blicks to make a body flip ?

Up all night, and I move like a vamp

Best out the town nigga, know that's stamped

Y'all niggas is simps, crashout bout a tramp

and nigga free Keys, locked up in that jam

and hoes gon be hoes, how you wife a tramp?

Hoes gon be hoes, why you cuff a tramp?

Good in my city, niggas know i'm stamped

Shittin on niggas, sum like a pamp (uh, uh)

Bad ass bitch, got that pussy damp

Stuffin my blunts this shit' lookin cramped

Pair of Pistols nigga that's the camp

Nino off tris, shit got him on slant

Smoking this spliff, got ash on my pants

You ain't gone win, you ain't takin a chance

I took a risk, now it's bands in my pants

Givenchy shades, got it on my lens

Rick Owens coat cost like 2 bands

Raf Simmons denim black studs on my belt

Glock 26 and the bullets they melt

That nigga a rat, I know he gone tell

I stay with the stick, walking with a FN

My choppa the pastor, know that it's gon bless him

Got Sah by my side, he tote a Smith & Weston

Bandz get to the bag nigga, yeah no question

You talk on my name, know that ima check em

My choppa like Wralph, you know that ima wreck em

Nigga you stupid? or Nigga you dumb?

Only smoke za, feel it in my lungs

These niggas be broke pocket watching funds

That be the sound when I creep through the back block

Robbed you a for a reason nigga, why you mad for?

When I fuck on his bitch, I shatter like a backboard

When I get in the stu with Nino we lit