Dying Bout 'Em Lyrics

Yea I'm dying bout em

Quick to spin backfaze my brother so you know I'm dying bout em

I know some scammers in the streets they playing line backer

I used to bet the teachers pet I'm quick to chalk a niqqa out

They say lil selfmade he ain't like that who the fuck they talking bout

It can't be me since I was thirteen in them streets act like you know

Just ask around you play with gang no hesitation quick to blow

And free my brothers out the cell who I'm talking bout

Free shaq and Jo

And can't forget about lil fat he quick to send a nigga home

You come around and you recording pussy bitch get off yo phone

And I can go back to them cards cause bro done hit a ten on chime

He tried to run we hit his spine don't play no games won't waste no time

Them hoes be set up for some wigs and nails them hoes gone drop a dime

Back in that mode and I ain't talking bout no files when I say bro nem moving loads

He ain't eat breakfast ain't no cereal in that bowl when he move bows

If I'm too busy for to spin just drop the lo I send the Glo's

Grandson on go that's why he chose he quick to wipe a nigga nose

I put a four inside a bowl I'm eating wocky charms

Selfmade 4 life and that's on Christ it's tatted on my arm

I got some shooter in the gym they working on they form

Say ima goat well if that's true then put me on a farm