Texty

Yeah, I fuck niggas bitch If I ain't hit yo hoe I bet shiesty man get dem bitch Shiesty man drop them bitches Yeah We fuck niggas bitches Aye Feeling like I'm Gillie You brought Big Thirty da carter I'm chopping shit Got more hoes than Hugh Hefner and South Walker I better not do no tricking Dick is all I got to offer Baby this dick ain't free I'm fucking on the plug daughter We reckless in We masked up wit dat choppa My nigga think I fuck his bitch Nigga I fuck on models That hoe can't see my dick for nothin Dat nigga never up in Memphis Dat mean that no way possible I'm higher than the baby I done poured up a Mercedes I spent so much on dis drank I get high on the daily Basic Not 24/7 25/8 I'm chasing That purple wit dis black And I'm highway racing You book me for a show Book the choppa I'm bringing the drac in Can't take them guns to fifty states They going to fourty-eight then They other two states New York and Cali Got a three-eighty Dat phone got that three-eighty Pump him up with that blade then Dracos 300 Blackout Glocks with the flashback 5 5 6's strike Knock his hat back Had to pull a move out my personal car Can't get the max back That was my low-key car Now my low key is a hellcat This one week Couple weeks we got that get back TRX Hellcats Trackhawks And the BP Cadillac Lift kit on everything We gon knock his shit back Team splat get that get back I just cope the lam truck just to go to the store In the backseat eating lamb chops Getting throat from ya hoe Nigga trail us Imma blam ya No hesitation blow Everytime they try to trail us We bust a U then score In the P B S or ram truck The opps ain't even know I'm bout tried of hitting they block That's about thirteen in a row Seven time out of thirteen Damn near everytime we score Damn near everytime I blow They never duck Oh, you thought this shit was over I ain't even said free Shiesty Free shiesty I know exactly why nigga don't like me If ain't hit a nigga bitch I'm knowing you done striked it Turned a sunny day into raining We struck his ass with dat lightning I don't give a fuck what venue or what club I'm getting that pipe in See blood I get excited I done seen more blood than Mike Tyson I done seem more than a tiger Step on shit get shit buried I put shit up in a hurry Come outside Boy you ain't fucking to get fucked You on yo period Thought this shit was a game Till him foundt out that Big 30 serious Brrrrr Brrrrr Them switches they finish in a hurry Boy thought I was a rapper Pussy I'm getting shit buried
Writer(s): Rodney Lamont Wright Jr., Luis Vincent Gaerdes, Calvin Cane Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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