Pony Down

(álbum: Whoop Tape - 2019)

Hm, my young nigga religious, huh
He believe in God, but he don't believe in niggas, huh
How could you blame him, most of y'all boys be bitches, huh
He don't wanna hang with you niggas, y'all be snitching, huh
I believe in shaking niggas down for what they owe me, huh
I believe in breaking bitches down if they know me
Dick in your bitch, huh, huh, she can't control it
Lil' blood hop up out that stolie with that guitar, rock-and-roll 'em
We gon' wrap them niggas up, get 'em balled up, hm
We knew it was up, soon as they called us
Got the yoppa with the legs, do a walk-up
Niggas want a timeout when all they people get to dying
I done seen a fake nigga look me in my face and lie
For that there reason right there I can't let shit slide
I'm gon make sure we gon' ride, make sure that nigga get fried
Catch yo' lame ass outside
On my mama, we gon' flip lil' buddy up-side
Down, huh, let me find out, huh
You know that your people told me where you hiding out
How you thought I was a hoe? Bitch I'm the GOAT even in your town
I got niggas in the O will leave your noodles on the ground
Got some cuddos in the ten, they'a drive them couple miles
Knock the wings off a bird, bullets free for some clout
Knock the diamonds out a high yellow rich nigga mouth
Knock the blood out a brown skinned bitch niggas snout
Body shots'll make him crouch, like he tryna move some bowels
Make this chopper Wheel of Fortune, this lil' bitch'll spit out vowels
I got married to this shit, but I forgot to say my vows
Moving crack like this shit 1998, it's in the vows
Police pulled up my files, hm, they looking like "wow", huh
Never been to trial, huh, them bitches asking like "how?", huh
Bitch, 'cause I don't snitch, huh, I'm gon' get rich, huh
I love my clique, huh, any nigga I shot at got hit, hm
Uh, this a message for them niggas think they up one
I'm baking a cake for y'all boys, know you want some
You know that oven back on since you left me breathing
You better hope when I get home that bitch ain't overheating
If you get shot for no reason, it ain't for no reason, hm
Lil' blood and 'em been hungry, they for sure eating, huh
I point my elbow at a nigga that I don't need
They gon' twist a nigga cap like he some O.E
The glass bottle, not that plastic bullshit
JJ got a problem, he smiling shooting the full clip
I only fuck with two niggas I went to school with
I don't trust nare nigga on no cool shit, huh
Niggas s'posed to been my brother, but he played blood
Now, him and all his brothers getting they graves dug
Could give a fuck who you is, they can't save nun'
Better hope yo' kids don't walk outside, get sprayed up, huh