Send Em Back testo

DooWop (GBE)

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Wop

Niggas telling on they self on the internet
I ain't none of that, typa shit don't get no respect
You ain't from the set, fuck nigga, you a fucking rat
Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC
Niggas really telling on they self on the internet
Telling all they spots, telling where the fucking bidness at
They don't want no smoke, no cash and no cigarettes
We see you anywhere we sending shots 'cause we don't send 'em back

You don't want that danger so be fucking cautious
Jump up out the water, wet you like a dolphin
Back to back blunts got me feeling nauseous
Take a nigga life and bid it in auction
Louis hold my jeans up, if they fall the racks was heavy
Bout that chicken, make you noodle, no, it's not spaghetti
Give a bitch a golden shower but I'm not R Kelly
I told that bitch I'm [?] go, we ain't going steady
All I see is freemans in my fucking future
V12, faster than a fucking Puma
Jean pockets fatter than a fucking tumour
Folks don't laugh at me 'cause they ain't got no fucking humour

Land shit out like lunar
Ride with my hyenas, they'll get ya
I just put a whole fucking pint in the pitcher
Kay Kay just drew her daddy a picture

Niggas telling on they self on the internet
I ain't none of that, typa shit don't get no respect
You ain't from the set, fuck nigga, you a fucking rat
Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC
Niggas really telling on they self on the internet
Telling all they spots, telling where the fucking bidness at
They don't want no smoke, no cash and no cigarettes
We see you anywhere we sending shots 'cause we don't send 'em back

Getting to the check, ain't no nigga check us
Nobu as fuck, now a nigga blessed up
Diamonds look like mustard, fuck niggas catch up
Can't join the team, a lot our niggas got cut
A lotta niggas swear they knew us, man, where they was?
You was in the house, I was out selling drugs
They wasn't with us, man, long live to the bucks
King Cap, Fredoster and my cousin Blood

So I gotta keep going, niggas doing too much showing
Through the storm
Fuck around, start touring
But I been low
Tryna stay lower 'cause

Niggas telling on they self on the internet
I ain't none of that, typa shit don't get no respect
You ain't from the set, fuck nigga, you a fucking rat
Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC
Niggas really telling on they self on the internet
Telling all they spots, telling where the fucking bidness at
They don't want no smoke, no cash and no cigarettes
We see you anywhere we sending shots 'cause we don't send 'em back