Bris, Mac J - Lil Destiny lyrics

[Bris, Mac J - Lil Destiny lyrics]

(Sparky made it slap, nigga)

Aye I just bashed off in some
Shit that I don't even wear
(I don't even wear)
Niggas talk that shit and i don't even care
(I don't even care)
If you say it's smoke then
Leave it in the air
Ain't no comparing lil bris my
Socks don't even pair
Holy socks an dirty denim we
Stuck in the trenches
What the game done turned to
Niggas fuck wit snitches
I just bought a baby Glock
The clip a couple inches
The way that baby blow me
Down i named her bubbleicous
I swear my lil nigga movе like he ahead of mе
I put her head up in my
Lap an did the pedigree
The pole Stephen curry sister
His name Stephanie
The M Kayda the same size as lil destiny
Lil bris bitch im FK i hate opps
Last time we got on a opp his caked dropped
On pop lil ivan went down for a face shot
I rock
Lil bitch said she was vegan but ate cock
(Ayeeee, ayeee)
Nigga, Suggest you listen here
I just bought a drum this bitch crystal clear
I don't know who to trust
All these niggas weird
The homie clutching pole when
He switching gears

I'ma tell lil bro to burn him
An it's a run down you hear that pop pop pop
That's them gun sounds (pop pop pow)
I was looking he made everybody duck down
We gon do that skit broad
Day don't wait for sundown (Sundown)
You know it get creepy when it's night time
(When it's night time)
We stand in front his house like we need WiFi
I told em bet up an he
Told me that mean guy guy
I told his mom she love her
Son then tell him bye bye
(Tell Him Bye, Bye)

Ayyeee ayeee tell her peace out
(Tell her Peace)
Hit yo bitch inside her head
An knock her weave out (Knock her weave)
I'ma creep inside yo bushes till i creep out
(Tip Toe) slap a nigga with that pole
An knock a week out
(He in a coma) Ayyeee this
Shit legendary (This shit legendary)
We done slid to many times
Shit was never scary (It was never scary)
We been thuggin since a
Young-in this shit ordinary
(Since a youngin) you done hit all of them
Hoes except the virgin Mary
(Except a virgin)
Ayyeee I ain't knew to trippen (What?)
Bitch i been eatin beef but
I'm new to chicken (On God)
I got Jordan on my Glock
But the clip is pippen (33)
Hit em till his heart break
Now he new edition (New Edition)
I think i hate ops a little more then you
(Lil Moe) i'm up early at the drop
Like it's morning school (On my Bro)
Ayee, If i see yo bitch im
Gon be more the rude (What you do?)
I'ma pack her in a box like a pair of shoes
(Get her outta here)
We really in the city we ain't ever scared
(Never Scared) shots leave a nigga shocked
This the electric chair (Electric chair)
Ayee im sitting in yo hood
Tryna meet you there (Where you at?)
Niggas think they finna box they
Gon sleep in there (In a box)

An imma tell lil bro to burn
Him it's a run down
You hear that pop pop pop
That's them gun sounds (Pop pop pow)
I was looking he made er body duck down
We gon do that skit broad
Day don't wait for sundown
You know it get creepy when it's night time
(When it's Night time)
We stand in front his house like we need WiFi
I told em bet up an he
Told me that mean guy guy
I told his mom she love her
Son then tell him bye bye
(Tell him Bye, Bye)

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