Letras

One hand on the stick no Atari Waving it tryna catch me a body I'm a yawdie but shoutout my malis Bun your skin when they hop out the gari EBK no you can't get beside me Most my opps bitch made they ain't slimey Tried to shop and got left shit get grimy Put a K on the L tell dem find me Suck the four's out your mom you a bitch None of them niggas is standing on shit Hella legs when we jump out the whip See one of dem and I'm beating my stick How you cut leave your dog to get pitched Came to boom why the fuck would I miss Better duck if my guys on your shit Cause if I line it up then your heads getting split See a opp, back the grip Ain't scared to slap I ain't waving the bid Let it off take his top in a blink Head shot trying to aim where you think Now your whole team pouring out drinks If you slip then you slide like a rink In my DMs but don't wanna link Shots hit his top and his head start to shrink (Yo, Listen) In my DMs but don't wanna meet Your bro got touched 'cause he thought it was sweet We don't do no internet beef my dawgs pull up leave him on the street And we always keep it discreet Don't talk let the streets speak For all of the opps it's peak Heard a new pack dropped just last week Stop with the perks I was geeked out Bullets hit arteries he gonna bleed out My custy gettin' so senile Yeah he need a fix or he might just freak out Your bro got touched and he screamed out Heard he died slow yeah he leaked out Skrt from the scene gotta leave now He six feet underneath now He finna leak out shots to his face we ain't giving out beat downs If I miss then my bro get the rebound Ain't no opp that's leaving the scene now Cause my shooter gon aim for his eyebrows You don't wanna go out like the next one Don't have a gun then you better go get one Cause my niggas itching to get some Pop out the cut creeping up and you get bun You better not reach for no weapon Back out quick and I squeeze at your melon Headshots when we walk through your section We posted at the intersection Try to slide and my homie gon press em Zombie tips leave you with an infection When I step out know I got protection (Bang) Bad bitch from the vern n shit She said DQ you crazy I know lil bitch LayLow and JS in the whip If they slide on your side something getting pitched Ion care 'bout the opps I'm tryna get rich They want me to drop I know that they wish I want the addy she want a kiss The switch beat off it sound like a glitch Ain't with the fuck shit See him and I dunk it in public Put our shoes on niggas start running Cause they know how it be when we coming See a opp walk him down start dumping This forty so loud like a trumpet Make a nigga meet god if I up it How you chatting and you scared to buss it Sad truth niggas is goofs your homie a pack get the fuck out the booth Knock your head out the park like I'm Ruth Up then it's stuck we ain't calling a truce How many got put on the news Ain't no between there's two sides better choose Ain't no between there's two sides better choose If you fucking with them you get put on the news, Gang
Writer(s): Dopeboy Dq Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out