816: THE MO ft. KE'M INNA BOOTH & ZROWE Lyrics

Bitch I'm going round for round like a fight

Niggas ballin' put yo money on some dice

Keep a K cause nigga y'all cannot fight

Niggas get to trippin' get 'em gone by tonight

An I can't never love a bitch cause she fuck with the ops

Fuck On that bitch then let her go cause I heard she a bop

She gon keep playin wit the tip got her weak in the spot

The pussy nigga feeling bad his chick text me a lot

She in my crib my neighbor caught me was leaving the spot

Her bd text while I'm controlling She pleading don't stop

Goofy nigga goofy nigga post pictures with prop

An once it's smoke up in the air ain't no reason to stop

Bitch I'm going round for round like a fight

Niggas ballin' put yo money on some dice

Keep a K cause nigga y'all cannot fight

Niggas get to trippin' get 'em gone by tonight

Put that pressure on a nigga he begging to stop

Asking questions bout a body he telling the cops

And if he snitching on the gang I put one his top

Nigga run on me and I bet I won't flop

One up top riding cocked for the show down

He handed me a half I up me heat I need the whole ounce

Niggas really bitches so skate off y'all need to roll bounce

Killa City be the illest city check the body count

Smoke a wood while I'm smoking with my kenfolk

Robbed em' for shit and I still got it what you mad for

Jay Dough in the cut tell my young nigga to kick door

Hardest nigga out so better peep the damn flow

In the trap off exotic peeping though the blinds

Blocked her number keep on calling got her off my line

Four Glocks' this shit lookin like some foreplay

Niggas dick riding think it's coo so y'all are gay

Gang in here we won't fold can't come are way

He got lashed he scared his plug he gotta repay

Bitch we slapping they gone put this one on replay

I need a P of everything let me call Jose

Bro got cookies by the pound so bitch who really want it

An I can't argue wit no nigga hit my duggie on em'

Just did the dash got off the pack an he really on it

Kem put Vellie onna track, let's see who really want it

Bitch who really want it

She sucking dick I'm in her mouth just like an orthodontist

Tell the feds get off my dick I'm a fucking artist

I let Sean know we gone make it gotta keep my promise

I believe in getting even got me turning heartless

If I ever miss a shot bitch I'm bending back

You can't have no dead weight ain't no piggy backs

Give a nigga shots then skip town like I skipped class

Gang like where the hoes at

Catch a nigga slipping at the light where yo bros at

Ima catch a body since I can't get my bro back

How you twenty one and you ain't never seen five racks

Nigga lame he only touch pape' when he file his taxes

Sippin' lean got me mover than Molasses

Come and drive the boat little bitch you can be the captain

Got some shit in the vault naw I ain't cappin'

Naw I ain't cappin'