DFWR ft. Mikoli Lyrics

Chopper, uh, oh, no, no, no, yeah, yeah

Man, all of my niggas are winning, so I can't lose focus,

Can't hang with you niggas, They keep talkin' bogus

Smoke weed get hungry I go to McDonald's

And get me some wings with a lot of those peppers

If you ain't gang, gang, hang with us

If you ain't gang, gang, bang with us

Yes, I do believe in Christ Jesus

Don't fuck a religion in guns, we trust

In guns, we trust

What's the name of the strap you holdin'

Don't be scared when the gun be tough, nigga

I'm just here to get the cash you owe me

Abi you wan dey whine Jesus

You get slide like a pizza from Domino's

Abi you no dey fear I'll make you disappear

They be like where'd he go

All my niggas, they ready on go

He a rat kick his ass the door

Catch your ass when you lacking, shoot him and attack him

He cant come outside anymore

I'm like why this niggas always capping

I'm Tyquan assassin my chopper will blow

I ain't even dating no bitch man

I'm single as fuck but I'm married to the doe

Cruise

I have been winning all day, fuck the lose

Make them guap with the big moves

Holl up, holl up

Put them girls in the car boot

Tryna loosen with my twos

I been givin' her cruise

Big bannies, but we don dey buy am for two

Incase the shawty dem don loose

Quick quick

Who's that pussy niggas

To be cappin' a lot in the fuckin' block

I give dem all the fuckins they talk

The feeling dey lost

Body self no dey mad

Call me their good luck

Big boys with the big boys in the coupon

Hey I've been giving tools

Body no move but the other girls move

Then I put her in my own fuckin cruise

Big lifestyles but me I dey do am on cruise

Big stockings

Big blockings

We make it lock-ins

In the cop thing

She give me like don't stop

Like wtf

Boys dey cap

Pussy niggas dey talk

We be doing this things low key

We be making this money low key

Big pussies call me novice

And their real gees

All of them I be their OGs

Foemen screaming on bd we up in the city

My bitches are pretty you know

Nah bitch don't be silly I came with the glizzy

Might get you a blickey if you want it

This ain't no movie we ain't pulling a stunt

I'm Finna get high gotta roll me a blunt

I'm tired of banging with bitches and cunts

I'm a real ass nigga with the sauce

Yeah I might pull up with the gang

I got my wududum bang

So I'm covered I don't need your prayers

You ain't never heard that my shotgun jammed

Wududum bang

You ain't never heard that my shotgun jammed

Man, all of my niggas are winning, so I can't lose focus,

Can't hang with you niggas, They keep talkin' bogus

Smoke weed get hungry I go to McDonald's

And get me some wings with a lot of those peppers

If you ain't gang, gang, hang with us

If you ain't gang, gang, bang with us

Yes, I do believe in Christ Jesus

Don't fuck a religion in guns, we trust

In guns, we trust

What's the name of the strap you holdin'

Don't be scared when the gun be tough, nigga

I'm just here to get the cash you owe me

Abi you wan dey whine Jesus

You get slide like a pizza from Domino's

Abi you no dey fear

I'll make you disappear

They be like where'd he go