Lyrics

If my brother with me he gone be the first nigga that hop out Brodie ask me "why you always riding with yo glock?" You gotta stayed prepared what if you fuck round see a opp out I gotta make it home if it's you or me I'm blasting I don't give a fuck if a cop out Sticks drums guitars like a band that's how we rock out This bitch spit out rapid fire fuck around clear a block out When you see me take a picture, I might pull all my knots out When my nigga shoot, he ain't gone miss it shouldn't be no reason to box out Masked up when we pop out Fuck around get knocked out or one shot blow his top out He was at the wrong place at the wrong time nigga that's why he clocked out It's only one gun that can add that flllrrrr that's why we glocked out My niggas quick to drop some shit I'm hanging with all drop outs Niggas be snitching Niggas be copped out Can't trust hoes they might give the drop out That ain't my homie he fuck with the opps now U better watch out Different cuts that they gone hop out College ain't teach me shit about this rapping shit so that's why I dropped out They might do me dirty that's why I show no mercy I ain't got no worries keep stick in a 30 Clutching on Thanksgiving stick tucked in a turkey I might pop a perky fuck around get sturdy Get his throat cut like Birdie ain't no need for surgery I'm finna really show u how the fuck you show no mercy nigga King Kong ain't got shit on me I walk in this bitch with my nuts out You already know why we in here u ain't tryna fuck then bitch get the fuck out I'm with the smoke for real like I never put my duck out D.O.A on the scene ain't no need for him to get rushed out Too be Giannis I'll walk in Milwaukee strip club with my Bucks out I do all these hoes dirty can't name a hoe that I give a fuck bout Literally tell a bitch anything to get my nut out Must be off drugs if he think that he fucking with me You know Niggas be clucked out Hell nawl man I had to stop rapping man Like like who really fucking with me with this shit nigga Man that's another story though man Fuck that shit man Bring the hook man If my brother with me he gone be the first nigga that hop out Brodie ask me "why you always riding with yo glock?" You gotta stayed prepared what if you fuck round see a opp out I gotta make it home if it's you or me I'm blasting I don't give a fuck if a cop out Sticks drums guitars like a band that's how we rock out This bitch spit out rapid fire fuck around clear a block out When you see me take a picture, I might pull all my knots out When my nigga shoot, he ain't gone miss it shouldn't be no reason to box out
Writer(s): Chris Russell Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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