Lyrics

(Dvus Texas Nigga) (Dvus Texas Nigga) (Uh) (Yuh) (C4) (Yuh) (Aye) (Yuh, aye) Bitch I'm the hardest Something like Spartans We hit yo block with some muhfuckin carbons Yall niggas talkin them metals be sparkin You ain't tryna die then you best get to marchin I got more green then a muhfuckin garden You don't step back Ima shoot like I'm Harden Bro nem got packs like a muhfucka farted We like some wolves why the fuck is u barkin nigga? Bullets be fatter than nutty professor Bitches be mad they can't fit in my schedule They thinkin shit sweet because the boy intellectual I'm at the top with a Glock on a pedestal I'm at the top like a rocket gone take off 28mm knockin his face off Bro ain't seen shit wen I shot like Ray Charles Yall niggas pussy as fuck like James Charles These niggas be talkin like bitch shut the fuck up 7.62 get hit with a nunchaku HP hit his stomach pussy nigga gone up chuck Why you actin like a bitch nigga gone pick ya nuts up Doggin that bitch from the back like a animal She slurp the dick like she drinkin a Danimals None of us hoop but we all gone ball I'm the most slept on feel like Liangelo Beat on the block drop a opp in a spliff Shit Ion even smoke stuff two in dat bitch Got 20 blue tips stuffem all in the clip These niggas be hoes actin boujee and shit Hood hoes dead got a boujee lil bitch Run up on me like " what u wanna risk? " Shot too much start bruising my wrist Just me and my pistol a crew in this bitch Can't no nigga out Ever say I got checked He bleed like I bleed, what the fuck am I scared of? Ruger 5-7 make him one two step I'm ending his Future ain talkin Ciara Talk to yo bitch get her wet like a sea shell 11 turned 13 a nigga ain't see 12 These pussy ass niggas always actin like females Inlove wit my bitch I adore every detail Potato my barrel my pistol be loaded Nina my bitch and it's murder she wroted Fucked up his organ his stomach imploded You must wanna die if you keep on approaching Bruising his face like his features was loccin Don't live for the talkin I live for to show em If I feel a threat then that pistol be blowin It's hot up in Texas but my heart is frozen You Prada of yo bitch but I prolly done popped it I'm liking y'all pictures she knowin I'm toxic I be damned if I trip over a bitch I ain't hittin Shit I get more ass than a, uh back pocket Cut a bitch off and I'm quick for to do it But niggas be trippin and they be controlling Saving these niggas from killin they selves Because they bitch in my photos but I ain't exposing Hoes be buggin these bitches be roachin Me and my niggas be jokin and roastin Shit pop off and wen all pop out Go 0-100 like shit done exploded Like shit done exploded Aye, shit done exploded Yuh C4, Dvus Texas nigga
Writer(s): Corde Burns Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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