Preseason ft. Awwman poun Lyrics

This that murder music

Mike amiri denim and imma pockets filled with not

How u getting cash u ain't even got a watch

Bring it to me soft imma bring it back a rock

You gotta catch a b if you wanna get locked

Speaking on glizz you gonna meet the fully

If we counting b's you need 2 hands bro a bully

Wipe a nigga nose in the summer it get chilly

Hit they block from both ways box them in with millys

It's gonna be a murder if you force my hand

last niggas dissing they got hit up out that van

He ain't run fast enough them bullets tapped his head

Speaking on oodle now his ass dead

If we talking trapping I'm a rookie turned vet

If we talking clapping then I'm quick to make a mess

Hop out with them chops get em back for the set

You got your chin tapped you ain't hop in a v yet

I can do ten bows in a day ask bro

I go moncler or the goose for the snow

You ain't gotta ask me if I'm coming it's a go

I be fucking this lil bitch she gonna open that back door

You know this shit get wicked on this side you gotta slide

You can't be with us if you ain't bending or providing

lil bro just chased a nigga I tapped his back he tryna ride

Lil bro just chased a nigga I tapped his back he tryna

Chuck

Fuck it we getting over

I just called dir I need some lean inside my soda

Bro like A.I three niggas got stood over

They got did the worst way for loafing

I'm like Money Mitch all I know is chase racks

When I tap that button ain't no need to run track

I'm a fly nigga I'm in a chauffeur or a cat

Send a threat to my DM I told bro bring me hat

12 hir they lights I'm riding with it I took the chase

I don't touch the brakes I'm top tier I get away

Real face cracker bro slid with a K He just wet a nigga block sent him right up to the grave

Broski caught a oop and knocked that pussy out his shoes

All my oppas dead we want smoke I'm so confused

Thinking about bird im tired of smoking 32

Trolling bro at 7 8 o'clock he made the news

Your man was nice in ball but he got cooked because of you

Pockets full of money this shit green, pink, and blue

I done watched my broski run up rackies off the juice

Bring lil Yanni back so she could fuck the whole crew

Bitch this shit a family over here we don't recruit

Grinding in amiris yall still wearing Dickey suits

Chucky tried to duck he dumb as fuck he should've knew

Tried to bust a trap and he got hit with 22

Spent through Collum why them niggas ran we hit a few

Why that ten left that nigga stuck like he was glued

They ain't never lock it in with us them niggas food

This shit facts they don't wanna beef cause they gonna lose

It's one opp that caught a head shot he should've died

Lil Reem got hit all in his eye he still alive

Hanging with them niggas when we spin you getting fried

Get back gang bitch my brother killing in the sky