Texty

Catch that top, yea, get that guap then In the A I'm murda man, I'm sliding round' with Fox theen Goons got that 300 blackout, he like dot let's block bend (Boom) Slide up on him (Damn, Trademark!) Let off shots, he cold from that hot shit (Boah) My niggas gon' spin spin spin, till they nauseous (Bitch) When you lack, bitch you die, move with precaution (Damn) In a scat with bug my nigga light, he on some off shit (Skrrt, Skrrt) Bitch this ain't no fucking vine, we put shit in a coffin (Nah) This bitch let me fuck, she like my swag and I got bands (Ha-Ha) All these niggas want me dead, so how that drac' dubbed when I land After shows they wanna link I'm with Q3 bitch, bring a friend She know I know she a freak, let her eat the meat then the bitch slid 30 thousand, put that on yo mans, they gon' bring him in Rap capping, niggas talking bout' some shit they never did We bout' action, everytime they post up, bitch we went and slid He clout rapping, we gon' make his ass pay for what he said Robin jeans came with the wings bitch, I paid 1200 for the pants (Ugh) Talking bout' head tops I'ma take it there let the switch off nigga dance (Bitch) Oh he out his top on clubhouse, I pulled up nigga ran (Cmere) Bitch we catch bodies for a living Ain't shit silly nigga we ain't playing Ay, I might blow through 50k, come through with that dirty drac' Marco Polo niggas hide, bring yo' ass outside and play What you did when uh-uh died, nah, I ain't gon' say his name (Nah) Say you smoke my brother, bronem let that cutta' bust his brain All these bitches fuck for fame, all these bitches know my name Talking get your partner hit, bro spinning shit like hurricane Bend that bitch and hit that switch, he fall then it's a dirty game RW Ku I'm bloody bitch these fuck niggas know I bang that gang (Blat!) Pick him up that nigga falling, he got hit with blicks Bronem tryna hit the plug, say he got bout' fifty bricks Coming out that club nigga, we gon' let them fifties hit Crack got hit all in his face, call that nigga 50 Cent We gon' show no love, pullin' up let them semis hit 30 ball a dub, them young Ku's come through wrecking shit No I'm not yo' cuz, bitch I'm blood so correct that shit Uhh, wanna be down for them, fuck it, bronem stretch the bitch (Boah!) Outta my mind, nigga cross that line then he gon' meet death and shit He, ain't got time, nigga blowed that iron ah— shh he felt the shit Pulled out racks and melt the bitch, I be on some selfish shit (Mhm) Let me in that pussy bitch you bet' not let no goofy hit (Too bad) Ay, we love stamping shit, I be fresh like peppermint It ain't about that money, bitch don't call it's irrelevant Damn, we just smoked yo' dog, now that nigga heaven sent Choppa hit his head he fall, nigga lost all 7 sense (Uh-uh) Skirted off, that nigga hit, got the rod out tryna bait a fish Chase a nigga down then we get it lit Drop a murda bag, these is all blicks Broke ass nigga don't call shit, bend they block with all dicks Switches up on everything so ain't no way we all miss Smoking dead opps, I do that often Tryna pass this grabba back, this new pack got me coughing Said he did what to who, shit that's when he lost me How you smoking Ralo when we put— in a coffin (Bitch) Fuck it, get a nigga bought then, 30 on me when I walked in Dead nigga round we gon' bang that heat Homicide, bring that chalk in Shoot a opp nigga right in his teeth, bet a fuck nigga won't talk then All you bitch ass niggas want beef, fuck it make that call then Nigga know I'm gang gang to the death man (Nigga) I don't give a fuck what a nigga talking about We gon' come, (SRT on every Glock) we gon' come (SRT on every Glock) We gon' come again, nigga Nigga, can't run from a drac', (SRT on every Glock) Boah!
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Tyler Maline Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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