Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, zoogang, slatt Every time I ride around bitch, ridin' around with that pole you know I ain't lackin' Bitch feel me do a show turn up on the stage and collect my backend I just met a bitch from the hood and her ass so fat wanna fuck her from the backend Everybody in my gang they stand tall, niggas we ain't do no rattin' I ain't have shit little nigga, I was on that block I was out there trappin' (No cap) I had the percs, had the weed and the lean motherfucker And I had that crackin' I was on the block with the Glock all day lil nigga I ain't doin' no lackin' Now the opps I do I'm trappin' Got the Glock and I'm goin' to get to clappin' Popped a nigga in rapid fashion Got that Glock on me it's fashion Pussy boy don't make me mad Zoogang come trough get to wackin Hang low that boy so bad, on bro that boy's an assassin We be slidin' on the ops with a passion Kill that boy now that boy he past tense I be gettin' to the racks no baptist More money in ya checks that ya taxes Do it big motherfucker I'm jurassic I be smokin on all different gasses Hit bitch who the fuck they gassin' I refuse to let a bitch nigga wack me Slide through and hit a nigga in traffic Hop out with that motherfuckin' ratchet We gon' show you little niggas who gangsta Put that lil boy in a box just like the undertaker These bullets gon' bake ya like the sun in Jamaica We send that boy to ya maker Young Pop, Im paid I got some Glocks on the way And a big box of them K's The Zoo they go crazy We raisin' hell on them boys We slidin' though every day Yeah all my niggas they hittas yeah Niggas gon' die 'cause we killas yeah Niggas talk shit we don't feel that shit My hitta came through and he split his wig That nigga pop man he the realest yeah I know them real niggas feel this yeah Bitch you know Pop I'm as real as it gets I gotta ride with the stick in this bitch Every time I ride around bitch, ridin' around with that pole you know I ain't lackin' Bitch feel me do a show turn up on the stage and collect my backend I just met a bitch from the hood and her ass so fat wanna fuck her from the backend Everybody in my gang they stand tall, niggas we ain't do no rattin' I ain't have shit little nigga, I was on that block I was out there trappin' (No cap) I had the percs, had the weed and the lean motherfucker And I had that crackin' I was on the block with the Glock all day lil nigga I ain't doin' no lackin' Now the opps i do I'm trappin' Got the Glock and I'm goin' to get to clappin' Popped a nigga in rapid fashion Got that Glock on me it's fashion Pussy boy don't make me mad Zoogang come trough get to wackin Hang low that boy so bad, on bro that boy's an assassin We be slidin' on the opps with a passion Kill that boy now that boy he past tense Zoogang
Writer(s): Byron Thomas, Teruis Gray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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