Letra

Let's go, Mario Man, all the hoes in the fuckin' background, y'all shut the fuck up Fuck you talkin', man, R5 in the fuckin' building Show some respect Kick them folks out the spot, slime She still talkin'? (No) Oh, okay Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine Know I'm ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his hoe like it's Matt Ryan Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I'ma mind mine I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin' opp pack in the Royce I'm with R5, R5 Catch you at the red light, black out Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out Rich nigga, I don't eat Popeyes Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out And I know you niggas tryna gain clout Yeah, you know we don't go to FOX 5 Yeah, you know we don't go to FOX 5 Yeah, you know we don't go to FOX 5 Yeah, we ain't goin' on FOX 5 (FOX 5) Don't make me call the maybe call the clock stopper (Clock stopper) Ah, pretty lil' vibe, skeetin' in her eye Nickname jaw locker (Nickname jaw locker) Feel like I glide, I been gettin' high Nigga, I'm a pill popper (Nigga, I'm a pill popper) We got ten hundred-round choppers (Nah) Heard you was a junkie, used to steal copper (Nah) Pull up, whip game proper Money get A, lotta cake like Betty Crocker (Cake like Betty Crocker) Uh, beatin' through your bae, stalkers, I know every day robbers Gotta keep a door stopper (Gotta keep a door stopper) Yeah, I be gettin' more llama, Gunna, he a role model And his bitch a headhunter (And his bitch a headhunter) Billions just like Ted Turner gotta keep a real burner Never been a store runner (Never been a store runner) These bitches yell, "Go, Gunna" (Go, Gunna) You gotta be your own boss, uh (Own boss) Dressed like a showoff, go and get it, don't talk Let the money rub off (Let the money rub off) Nah, these niggas gettin' cut off, this is not a love lost We'll never do soft (We'll never do soft) You pussy niggas too soft (Niggas too soft) Free all my niggas, gotta prison walk (Free the gang) Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine Know I'm ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his hoe like it's Matt Ryan Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I'ma mind mine I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin' opp pack in the Royce I'm with R5, R5 Catch you at the red light, black out Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out Hundred round drum on your boy, and we just hopped out a Royce We pullin' up with a silencer, no, they ain't makin' noise Pink shirt, man, I had to peppermint it Yeah, I send a big blitz, yeah, I had to go and end it Go and drop the fuckin' pin, we'll pull up in a minute Yeah, I know the Lord mad at me 'cause a nigga sinnin' I ain't talkin' motherfuckin' testin' Ray J Man, I come out that Wraith just with motherfuckin' bangers I let that cutter hit every angle, I come out that back, whips like I'm Django What the fuck a pussy boy had said? I don't know, he ain't speakin' sign language And I just left town with ten, pockets on top, nigga No time to count us (Say what?) Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine Know I'm ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his hoe like it's Matt Ryan Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I'ma mind mine I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin' opp pack in the Royce I'm with R5, R5 Catch you at the red light, black out Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out Rich nigga, I don't eat Popeyes Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out And I know you niggas tryna gain clout Yeah, you know we don't go to FOX 5 Yeah, you know we don't go to FOX 5 Yeah, you know we don't go to FOX 5
Writer(s): Jonathan Demario Priester, Sergio Kitchens, Raqhid Render Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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