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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald P Owens
Donald P Owens
Songwriter

Texty

Ayy
Fuck the opps man **** know the fuck goin' on
Ayy, it's Draco on this bitch
I'm a raw sippa bag getta Gangnam know just how I get
**** always screamin', they got motion
That shit counterfeit I'm a lick hittin rich ****
Bitch, I'm always in the trap
Dissin' on my name, that's a quick way to get took off the map
**** dyin, mamas cryin' I like to see blood shed
Speakin' on my brother, I'ma paint the fuckin' city red
Free the rakk, that's my murder twin
Let my dog up out them chains
My favorite opp dead so I ain't gotta say that **** name
What's his name got head all in his head, they couldn't find his brain
I'm married to the money, I can't buy a bitch a wedding ring
I'm heartless, I don't feel no pain
We burn them up with no propane
We sticked up like them Russians man
Rundown gang is what I bang
Been in the stu for like 30 minutes, I'm tryna catch a hat
I fucked this bitch and gave her back
She turned around and threw it back
I caught a cat but I ain't eat it, beat it up like Mike Jack
I'm slingin' with so much you probably thought I was a lumberjack
I'm a raw, sippa bag, getta gang, them know just how I get
**** always screamin', they got motion, that shit counterfeit
I'm a lick hittin rich ****, bitch I'm always in the trap
Speakin' on my name, that's a quick way to get took off the map
**** dyin, mamas cryin' I like to see blood shed
Speakin' on my brother, I'ma paint the fuckin' city red
Free the rakk, that's my murder twin
Let my dog up out them chains
My favorite opp dead so I ain't gotta say that **** name
Pop a 30, catch a hat
Fuck my opps tell 'em it's that
If we catch him lacking, we gon' blow no time for holdin' back
Im on a opp hunt, I'm ridin' round the city in a Cadillac
I fuck that bitch so good, so I'll be damned if she ain't runnin' back
SRT on every Glock, 50 round can't with a mop
Call my choppa Bruce Lee, 7 duce, karate chop
Play with gang, we bust your top
You a rat, you talk to cops
Hit him in his head knock out his dreads, now we can see his thoughts
Written by: Donald P Owens
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