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(Aloy) you know how the kid play Y'all, yo (Kutta, cut that shit up man) I can't decide if I'ma cheat the bitch or I'ma leave the bitch Looked at my watch and see you freezing, bitch You know I'm stinking rich I keep a job for every season, bitch (I keep a job) I'm out here tweaking, bitch I keep a Glock and I'ma beat a bitch before I need a bitch to call the cops And I never snitch (grr), I push the pedal, bitch, before I'm not (yeah, yeah, yeah) And my lil' yellow bitch, she thick like Jell-O, bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) She cost a lot And I won't tell the bitch that I was selling it deep in the block (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) It's irrelevant I tried to tell the bitch before I shot (grr, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (they don't know) Grr Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (they don't know) Yeah, yeah Coke selling (mmm-hmm) with a little bit of dope selling (mmm-hmm) Selling records like Motown (mmm-hmm, yeah) Pimps up, nigga, hoes down (mmm-hmm, yeah) Yeah, yeah, from the hood where it go down (mmm-hmm) For my nigga, got a 50 in a Ghost now For my niggas in the crib filling dope naps For my niggas iced out in the boat and them This for my niggas got dope on the stove and them For my niggas locked up in the whole 'net 'Cause any time a motherfucker with a whole Ren (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Drop heads at a motherfucker doormat (bah, bah, bah, grr) Put chains on a nigga, that's a whole house And I ain't changing my nigga from the dog pound Got game for my niggas in the dog house I got big and my money done matured now Still put a nigga brains on the floor now Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (they don't know) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (they don't know) Yeah, yeah (It's a bad bwoy ting) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (mm, they don't know, mm, that's a bad boy) (I'm the top shotta) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, that's a bad boy) (Rude bwoy, they don't know, I'm a top shotta, yo don't move) Yeah, yeah (now wagwan, man? Top shotta) Yo, tell 'em, "It's Rowdy and Bobby" Bodies on bodies on bodies I had to shoot the lobby Shoot up they shorty Rowdy gon' shoot up they party (brr) I'ma go shoot his sister, shoot up they cousins (brr) I'ma go shoot up they aunties I'ma go shoot up they brothers, shoot at they niggas I'ma go shoot at they mommies I ain't gon' show no love And fuck that nigga My nigga said, "Fuck 'em," then fuck 'em, I don't trust 'em I'ma dust that nigga, my nigga said, "Buck 'em" I'm busting No discussion, I'ma rush 'em Trigger happy since a youngin He erratic, told me, "Snuff 'em" What the fuck you mean? I bust them, nigga Ain't fighting no nigga, fuck off Gang, gang, gang (Shmurda) They don't know Grr, gang, gang (yeah) Hahaha Gang, gang, gang They don't know Gang, gang, gang They don't know
Writer(s): Julius Rivera, Morris Jones, Zachary Mullett, David James Morse, Ackquille Jean Pollard, Renzo De Vries Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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