Neighborhood Myth Lyrics

Blow his face off from far away JFK

Feelin real rich I just might bless my bitch today

Thought this was a lil gun nigga this a K

Sneak up on a opp point it right in his face

Damn

Whippin through traffick

Got a new cleezy for me and dukes we livin too lavish

Niggas thought I didn't own a gat I'm bout to go grab it

And when I get back with this bitch it's bout to get tragic

Make his dumbass disappear

Like new magic wand

Nigga you a pawn

Bitch I am the mower and you is the lawn

Put em on the back of a T no V long

Too far on this bitch and you know it's a catastrophe

Drop on DistroKid 20 a month

That's a rapping fee

What's up with these hoes they be weird talking back to me

You happy bout 20 bands nigga that's scratch to me

Hit a dumbass in the shit with the blick

Just got a new whip off the lot

Take for a drift hit my nigga J

Have him hit you with the 4 5th the opps call me candy man

Cause I'm the neighborhood myth

Keep the wock and the perk seperate don't like when they mix

Niggas bet not make me mask up their ass gon be sick