Lyrics

What up? Yeah Jumped in that water with that tote Now you hollerin' you a killer When you pop up floating, I'll be waiting by the river We got that money still up You pussy ass nigga ain't kill nothin' Smoking on new I picked as loud as fuck to make my ears burn Russian choppa eagle Rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum), rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum) Rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum) Whenever we spot the alpha eagle Rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum), rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum) Rum, pum, pum Shots fired, kill the whole empire With the opp pack smoke, I can't get no higher Think it's fucking spider, I die by my respect My glock a training, I got rid of the dick and bought us some webs To the punches on the nigga like I'm King Vaughn but keep machine guns Had windows up to see Adam with the beam and they ain't see nothin' You opped out with too many and when you die they won't know who did it I'm CTB bitch, I'm the same nigga gone bang that bitch like Frank Nitty (they type) 300 blackout AR 15 Bitch go through motors, stop your whip like you ran out of gasoline Dump the whole magazine Hear that fire crackling Then they pronounce 'cause they shot 'em, bounce them like a trampoline Jumped in that water with that tote Now you hollerin' you a killer When you pop up floating, I'll be waiting by the river We got that money still up You pussy ass nigga ain't kill nothin' Smoking on new I picked as loud as fuck to make my ears burn Russian choppa eagle Rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum), rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum) Rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum) Whenever we spot the alpha eagle Rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum), rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum) Rum, pum, pum Long live King Von, we be pressing shit Stretching shit, send some hollows at you to make a neck incision in our hood Got a robot gun, this bitch do extra shit Got a red beam sitting on the top of the mechanism No bitch, spinning nigga block like the direction tripping Go around one more time and pump right next to niggas Up that chopper, get the cursing, get to hexing niggass You know I shoot a hundred out of fifty, I'm impressive with it Will that work or nah? Caught 'em lacking first, leave them niggas hurt In here off the perks and I'm just tryna murder Good ole killing spree, we tryna go on the purge Jumped in that water with that tote Now you hollerin' you a killer When you pop up floating, I'll be waiting by the river We got that money still up You pussy ass nigga ain't kill nothin' Smoking on new I picked as loud as fuck to make my ears burn Russian choppa eagle Rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum), rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum) Rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum) Whenever we spot the alpha eagle Rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum), rum, pum, pum (rum, pum, pum) Rum, pum, pum Jumped in that water with that tote Now you hollerin' you a killer Smoking on new I picked as loud as fuck to make my ears burn
Writer(s): Marlon Clark, Dalvin Sewell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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