Illkay
Why y'all run y'all had y'all blicks y'all let your nigga die
Came up on this block like it was sweet guess it ain't shit to die
He couldn't keep his mouth shut man he steady kept on dissing Ty
Now that lil boy shh man don't say it man he in the sky
I can't say his name up in this song cause he might get some fame
Buddy had that vest on so you know they hit that nigga brain
Always taking pictures so they cropped that lil bitch out the frame
Pull up scoring shit
Man all them shooters shoot like fucking Dame
And they don't got no names
You think I'm gone leave my bitch for you?
You fuck Meezy too
Might as well go fuck on my boy brutal gone head fuck the crew
Guess lil Shawty wanna fuck the gang
She like having fun
Nah scratch that saw them boys on Insta posting all they guns
They got Mac's they got K's and they got some blicks
Damn man I might get some years I get that sniper with that switch
When I get that bitch I up that shit, I guarantee I hit
Change they flag colors from shh to white, I guarantee they quit
Hold on pull y'all bands out niggas need them handouts
You got bodies I got bodies, I can pull your man out
Not the type to try to fit in bitch I wanna stand out
I got bit for always tryna leave my fucking hand out
Why y'all run y'all had y'all blicks y'all let your nigga die
Came up on this block like it was sweet guess it ain't shit to die
He couldn't keep his mouth shut man he steady kept on dissing Ty
Now that lil boy shh man don't say it man he in the sky
Nigga's wanna be me, I just let em' (Uh for real)
Niggas stay talking behind so I can't catch em' (Nah for real)
Steady talking bout a switch like what the fuck
Boy you ain't tuff Nigga
It be the same niggas running round pillow talking
Don't get put up Nigga
Zip em' up smoke a blunt to the face we really on that
Apply pressure fuck em' up
I'm breaking loose ends like I'm Kodak
Get left like Jack boy in this bitch
If you want smoke just let me know that
I call up fat boy in this bitch
He take her out know I'm gonna throw that
Like a quarterback, You get it I'm for real
Ty call me up so we finna make a hit bitch
This bitch slap so hard put it up
Finna blow on this bitch on God
He showing fake love to his niggas for real
These niggas be snakes in disguise
I'm tryna double up with rubber bands
Haha just me and my men
Why y'all run y'all had y'all blicks y'all let your nigga die
Came up on this block like it was sweet guess it ain't shit to die
Guess he couldn't just keep his fucking mouth shut kept on dissing Ty
Now that nigga shh man don't say it man he in the sky