​sixteen fourty-four lyrics

by

​d0llywood1


[Chorus]
Got Glocks in the back, extended mags, we let the chop out
Like these n*ggas mad, these n*ggas sad, now they all want clout
I cannot stunt, I cannot front, I do not rock with you
(I'm with my n*ggas) And we livin’ comfortable
Look at my jeans, these ho's say Robins, Sillyteam is up, no stoppin'
You steal my flow like b*tch, just stop it, I steal ya ho, like n*gga stop it
You steal my cadence, please just stop it, I’m up and you can't top me
I don't listen when they talkin', I'm from LA where it get swampy

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm from 504, n*ggas leave you lazy
These n*ggas took my flow, n*ggas took my cadence
And I don't get rеspect even though I madе it
And I'ma make a mess, b*tch, because I’m angry
I do not need no pluck, I swear I’m you n*ggas plug
I can't keep it up because I dont give a f*ck
And my n*ggas up, you addicted to switchin’ up
They tryna be like us, that's why ya lil' b*tch with us

[Chorus]
Got Glocks in the back, extended mags, we let the chop out
Like these n*ggas mad, these n*ggas sad, now they all want clout
I cannot stunt, I cannot front, I do not rock with you
(I'm with my n*ggas) And we livin’ comfortable
Look at my jeans, these ho's say Robins, Sillyteam is up, no stoppin'
You steal my flow like b*tch, just stop it, I steal ya ho, like n*gga stop it
You steal my cadence, please just stop it, I'm up and you can't top me
I don't listen when they talkin', I'm from LA where it get swampy
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