text: It Was Me Lyrics
  Gotcha
  Who made this? JB made this
  It was me that he hopped that fence from
  Bro said roll safe’ cah lifes too short
  So the clip in the skengs long
  It was me on the back of that one-twos
  I dont know where bro got that ped from
  It was me and bro on the whizz tryna find where they at
  I ain’t talkin bout mentions
  I need all of these feds gone
  You already know what my friends on
  If I buy that wap and send at man
  Its me that the corn got sent from
  Its me that was settin up shop
  24 hours, gettin these Zs gone
  No sleep in these streets, no back and forths
  We ain’t playin’ no ping pong
  How you start your own war?
  Now your friend got-got
  Little man dont want no parts
  Built like Tin Man, coming like Drake
  Either way, you ain’t got no hearts
  Grab my cannon and shoot man live like a camera man, just ask
  Corn got thrown like darts
  I hit my target clean then hit that bath
  Still gotta buss shots, what I did in the A
  M, hes great, hell do it with bae
  Shots to the chest, let it burn like praise
  Or Usher, bare dance when the ting here raise
  Hit my prey then pray
  Knife work shine not ye, I beg a man pree my chain
  I dare a man test my gangster
  LDs not about banter, I’m all about smoke like cancer
  Whole load of shit on the table, get it all wrapped like Pampers
  ST out with the Coke can, make the ting fizz like Fanta
  Got two in this unsawn Trenton
  Tryna leave his head back more than dented
  Rise up this two litre engine
  My young boys aint got not chill
  They dont wanna know nuttin bout Netflix
  Got nicked in the bando
  And hit the bando when I done my sentence
  I guess I aint learned my lesson
  Still two-0 for a three-four or six-five-0 for seven
  We lost a next wap, its cool
  Becah we still got smoke for the twos
  I guess the gangdem good like Megan
  Trident pissed cah I got NFA for a next attempted
  Yo Rev, aint it just getting repetitive?
  Seen a opp boy stare feminine
  Got a fresh nine to test
  Man take it to the 9, make sure its genuine
  My new ting wanna know how Im getting it
  She aint know Im en route with this two and a blues
  Cause the spot like a penalty
  All I do is count these notes
  My wap tryna make that beat like Remedy
  I got bad Bs sendin me nudes
  Probably cah Im steppin in Loubs
  Came a long way from being rock bottom
  Like the wrestlin of the move
  I wrap white like a Devlin tune
  And I step with weaponry too
  Last time I got nicked
  Had a shank so big, couldnt fit it in the evidence tube
  Last time that I backed my flick
  Couldve dislocated my wrists
  On the opp block everybody hates me
  Still go there like everyting criss
  Them man get wet like tissues
  Still, none of them aint on piss
  I got two in the dots and six in the spin
  Rudeboy, you can take your pick
  Many men want me dead
  Just like 50 Cents song
  Run man down in my sliders
  Wouldve been stressed if I ever had creps on
  Since I was young like Teflon
  I been magic with the stick
  Ill slap it in your wig, its a vanishin trick
  Like, nigga, where your head gone?
  It was me that he hopped that fence from
  Bro said roll safe cah lifes too short
  So the clip in the skengs long
  It was me on the back of that one-twos
  I dont know where bro got that ped from
  It was me and bro on the whizz tryna find where they at
  I aint talkin bout mentions
  I need all of these feds gone
  You already know what my friends on
  If I buy that wap and send at man
  Its me that the corn got sent from
  Its me that was settin up shop
  24 hours, gettin these Zs gone
  No sleep in these streets, no back and forths
  We aint playin no ping pong1Embed