Texty

I'mma make your CXRPSE dance Ugh, hop in that Jag, do the dash I shoot a nigga then laugh Bitch, don't talk to me if you ain't on that Un-add her off of the Snap, and just act like I am off of the map Bitch know I'm sick and I'm coughin' off gas, ACP coffin yo' ass Ugh, I could of fucked in the car but I crashed Hope the Allstate come fast I got good hands but a bitch get smacked Tell that hoe, "don't talk back" Uh, and Toker got caught with the Walther I'm all about the action like I'm Paul Walker I'm smokin' on diesel and headed to spirit And this shit so loud, bet a deaf nigga hear it Where is you from, cous', I'm definitely curious And don't even ask, I'm definitely serious Death can be quick if you test the clique, period Put metal inside of that boy like a piercin' We don't be at the court hearings We got them poles so we don't get no clearance You can tell by my appearance Fuck with my brothers, then I'm interfering I'm still the shooter when I'm the one steerin' Heist poppin' out with the sawed-off smearin' Don't give no fuck about what a bitch hearin' I piss 'em off like urine Intimidation, but who is we fearin'? You send the shooters and we sendin' em back Clean up the mess and deliver a pack And he ran when we shot, so we sent you his back SK get in, knock the skin off your back Burner, it ring, melt the ink off your tats My teacher told me I stink, it's the pack I don't even know why I bring it to class You niggas pussy, I think it's a fact Hit up his block and then swing the whip back You need to drop her, she be in the trap When I am done, I will bring the bitch back Haha, hey, ayy, Hop in that Jag, do the dash I drop an opp and then laugh Bitch, don't talk to me if you can't do math (heh) Unfollow that ho so fast, after I crack her, I block her and pass And plus the head was so wack, after I did it I ain't even feel bad I got the racks, I just don't shop at Saks, nigga He wanna front, .40 blow out your back, nigga Knock off your hat, nigga, I double tap niggas Jesus might love you, but you won't come back, nigga You shouldn't have lacked, nigga This XD Compact, nigga, it turn your ass to a pack, nigga Smoke you for stress, kill your ass and relax, nigga Mopstick it exterminate rat niggas (ayy) Glocks hit if you turnin' your back on me That would be stupid, just show me some class nigga DE, hit the dash and the glass fall Nigga tried to hop out, quickdraw, blast-off In the cut with the cutter like a buzzsaw I'm a buzzkill, clips get you cut off You ain't fuckin' on bro, well then, fuck off You ain't totin' no pole, nigga, don't talk
Writer(s): Cortez Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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