Lyrics

Yeah Fuck my dead opps, and all they homies that's livin' I want y'all niggas to know that That's how I'm feelin' On God (COUPE) Fuck a dead opp, yeah In due time, in due time, in due time I'm like Chucky, nigga, I do my thing I creep up on a nigga, pow, bang! Send them lil' evil motherfuckers They got the mask on, they gon' Jason your gang Big knife on the stick make a nigga slaughter your gang (yeah) All this money that I'm gettin' Make a nigga slaughter your main (yeah) Send them hollows, nigga, ooh, yeah Send them hollows, nigga, I'm in the 6 Lookin' for me, nigga, I'm in the bricks Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (look like a lick, yeah) All this money in my pocket Hangin' out, this shit is sloppy (sloppy) On the block by myself I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I'm cocky (cocky, pussy) Spin somethin', drill somethin' 50 thousand make 'em kill somethin' (woo), shake somethin' Take a chain, nigga, make somethin' Killer gang, nigga, all my killers, they don't want fame No hashtag, they don't do names They just hashtag when they bust a brain And I'm bustin' this money, nigga, that's on gang (yeah) Fucked up, gave the wrong nigga change Hell yeah, man, I spend pocket change Have 'em kill her for the money my thing I spend the blue and you see the Blue Flame Ever seen a bullet bust out his brain? Tall killer, man, he just like Michael Myers Walk up on a nigga, take off his chain I'm like Chucky, nigga, I do my thing I creep up on a nigga, pow, bang! Send them lil' evil motherfuckers They got the mask on, they gon' Jason your gang Big knife on the stick make a nigga slaughter your gang (yeah) All this money that I'm gettin' Make a nigga slaughter your main (yeah) Send them hollows, nigga, ooh, yeah Send them hollows, nigga, I'm in the 6 Lookin' for me, nigga, I'm in the bricks Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (look like a lick, yeah) All this money in my pocket Hangin' out, this shit is sloppy (sloppy) On the block by myself I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I'm cocky (cocky, pussy) Big 4L, pussy Spray the block down, turn the car 'round When we come around, shells on the ground Strip a nigga, now his pants on the ground Wrong move leave your mans on the ground (fah-fah-fah-fah) Paranoid, I be clutchin' when I'm 'round Fuck around and leave my fan on the ground Blick the spot, switch the box Double back and hit his pops (21, 21, 21) Big 4L, fuck the opps We put switches on our Glocks (21) Gen5, one in the top Give him the leg-shot, he gon' hop Most of these niggas be fake crazy (pussy) I don't say shit like new baby (pussy) Blow a nigga dick like a flute, baby (pussy) When I get bored, I buy me a coupe Stand on a nigga, got blood on my boot (shit got bloody, fuck) Steppin' on niggas for fun All of my choppers, they come with a drum Whenever the opps see us, they run Who want smoke? 'Cause we got tons (pussy) I'm like Chucky, nigga, I do my thing I creep up on a nigga, pow, bang Send them lil' evil motherfuckers They got the mask on, they gon' Jason your gang Big knife on the stick make a nigga slaughter your gang (yeah) All this money that I'm gettin' Make a nigga slaughter your main (yeah) Send them hollows, nigga, ooh, yeah Send them hollows, nigga, I'm in the 6 Lookin' for me, nigga, I'm in the bricks Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (look like a lick, yeah) All this money in my pocket Hangin' out, this shit is sloppy (sloppy) On the block by myself I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I'm cocky (cocky, pussy)
Writer(s): Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Edward Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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