Lyrics

Cruising through the hood tryna see what's poppin Homie "aye what's good?" "Got a bag?" "Just copped it" Come on homie hop in Call the crew we mobbin It's the fucking weekend no the party never stoppin We gone shut the block down Take a couple opp's out Once you in the crew ain't no way that you can opt out All i do is cop pounds listening for cop sounds Bitch im a pit y'all small like some dachshunds All bark no bite When i see you bitch you know that it's on sight I hop off the bike Hit you with the mic Hit you with the left one and then with the right Turn out yo lights Better hope that i don't got that burner Make a wish you Timmy Turner Fuck your bitch and don't return her Might just keep her you don't deserve her Teach her shit she never heard of If you got some shit to say then it's gone end in bloody murder
Writer(s): Nickalus Gachowski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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