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.45 will do him the dirty way Then switch it up with the old dirty .38 Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate We don't give a fuck, we murderin' Mob Ayy, Doe And I got ears in this bitch You know Jordan punishin' it Nah, for real I'm comin' like that (where Harto at, bruh?) Ay, I don't, ay I And I told these niggasin't shit these niggas could do with me on no rap shit Lyrically, I'll punish any of you bitch ass niggas, you hear me? I'm just speakin' lyrically, Mob (no cap), Mob, Mob Uh, bitch ass niggas be havin' them bitch traits I ain't fuckin' with niggas 'cause I know they bitch made, uh Split 'em in half like blade If I'm lookin' for 'em, I search for his ass through waze I'm taxin' them hits like I'm playin' 68 We still catchin' bodies like back in the day (uh) Colt .45 will do him the dirty way Then switch it up with the old dirty .38 Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate We don't give a fuck, we murderin' everyday I ain't chasin' no bitch 'cause all of 'em runaways Got so many guns, don't know what to tote today Walk down, rundown, that's the to the blow way Uptown, come to hop out and blow away Ears and Doe 'bout to trap 'round the other today We bangin' that yay and slingin' a short Drac' Nigga DM 'bout bitches and he on a fake page If I say I don't care, you could fuck the bitch any day Why the fuck would I care if I run it up anyway? Put ten on a nigga and get it back in a day These niggas characters, I think they anime Could've been dead and that's why I had to make it We gettin' close up, we don't do no mistakin' Hot ass bitch, I know you've been fakin' 'Bout to go to New York and sit down 'bout a bag Get a telly full of bitches slappin' they ass If you ugly with ass, bitch, put on a mask Can I fuck you for sure? 'Cause I'm not 'bout to ask I'm not disrespectful, bitch, I'm in my bag We was ridin' with hard and we couldn't crash When 12 got on us, we didn't do the dash Doe had her dunkin' the dope in her ass I pull up so fast, they thought I was Flash I'm hangin' out windows, I'm geekin' to blast Can't nobody run, I'm dracin' they ass Niggas hoppin' them gates and I'm chasin' they ass I ain't chasin' no bitch who keep showin' her ass I let the bitch go, and I got me some cash Whoever DM me, it gotta be your new man You will never get up with me, you need a new plan Turn him to Pooh Sauce, call me the Pooh man Nigga called up my lawyer, yeah, I got a Jew man I'm the Punisher, I get up on him with two bands Start spankin' the Drac', I'ma knock you out your shoe, man We just spinned two blocks, we had two vans I got a nigga knocked off for two bands I'm with Choobarka, shorty a real man Fuck rap, I'm hittin' licks to get real bands Niggas be hoes, so I call 'em fuck boys They sayin' shit, but not makin' no noise Glock with the switch, knock him right out his corduroys Spank him on cam, take a pic with my Polaroid Rappers be lyin', so I call 'em Soulja Boy Dive in that water, I'm leavin' you floatin', boy Bitch told me she hate me, but really adore me Too deep in the streets, I won't let niggas whore me Glock set 'em on fire, we leavin' 'em scorchin' Sign me a deal and get some endorsements If I have me a daughter, I'll Christian Dior her I'll Givenchy you, baby, no Juicy Couture's Make the bitch choke whenever she bored Shorty a roller, shorty a cold whore I ain't kissin' no more 'cause bitches got cold sores I be throwin' up threes and pourin' up fours Uh, bitch ass niggas be havin' them bitch traits I ain't fuckin' with niggas 'cause I know they bitch made, uh Split 'em in half like blade If I'm lookin' for 'em, I search for his ass through waze I'm taxin' them hits like I'm playin' 68 We still catchin' bodies like back in the day (uh) Colt .45 will do him the dirty way Then switch it up with the old dirty .38 Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate We don't give a fuck, we murderin' everyday I ain't chasin' no bitch 'cause all of 'em runaways Got so many guns, don't know what to tote today Walk down, rundown, that's the to the blow way Uptown, come to hop out and blow away Ears and Doe 'bout to trap 'round the other today We bangin' that yay and slingin' a short drac'
Writer(s): Ryan Hartlove, Noah Settles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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