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Stick with a stick It's a blick on my dick How he going to talk when a nigga ain't shit Glock with a beam be green when I hit Came with a blade and an emo bitch 666 like slits on wrist TH TH TH like vooted got lisp Silencer bitch I dump the clip Sixteen shots its hollowtips STI and SRT Niggas trying to be like me Sending shots up at that V And K got a big scope Bullet holes left on their windows Swinging with a chopper and I'm aiming at my damn foes He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) Make them do a backflip I'll put them in a casket They got me going batshit Can't pipe a thot who ratchet Guess what shawty I am a psycho I still live life like a maso You think you hid your intentions I read you like a typo So lil bitch Pull up pull up, yeah You ain't gon do shit Suit up suit up, yeah I'm on my ego trip Dance motherfucker, dance And catch a pistol whip Twelve looking where you went But you do not exist She gon recite her confessions While this bitch live in my mentions I just divert my attention And kick her out the collection Watch us stacking Body after body after body after lighter, uh Dancing in the flames I'm drunk and sipping apple cider, uh He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) He gon backflip (yuh) Pull on your block wait skrrt I'm here bitch Empty out that clip, start the car, then the gear shifts I'm blacked out blacked out, I don't hear shit Tapped out, tapped out on frank mir shit Wait, it's too bloody on the floor bitch Corpses are decaying where there's bullets on the floor bitch Plus I put my dick inside a girl she was your bitch Yaddayaddayadda she a hoe bitch We want shots shots shots Shots shots shots We want shots shots shots Shots shots shots Do not grab the fucking water We want shots shots shots Lil Bitch we bout to burn it's gettin hot hot hot Yeah online she bad, bad bitch Real life she trash, catfish Your soul is mine, have it Dead star we live, savage
Writer(s): Owen Mowery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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