Lirik

Aye, and I hit you with a headshot Swerve so fast I be looking like a hedgehog You ain't ever win because I am the best I don't want to fight because I'll put your fucking ass to rest I ain't ever gonna fold No cap I'm on go I'ma put you in a stretcher if you think I ain't a goat Like, whoa I don't want to be your bro Got big, big goals and you finna make it slow Automatic I just spread a hundred shots You a bot, Like, make another wish, and you go running to your mom You a bitch boy, bitch made, step the fuck-up If you wanna be the best then get the fuck-up off the mudd I be poppin' droppin' bodies Getting money on my own I use to ride with all these niggas But they keep on getting hoe'd And I be all about my lonesome Droppin' bodies on the road and Catch 'em slipping I ain't trippin' Put a bullet in yo dome I be talkin' how I'm walkin' I been gettin' kinda colder Keep a Glockie in my sock And I be on about my rover Used to do this shit for fun now the money takin' over Used to do this shit for fun now the money takin' over If I catch you lackin' I'ma put you in the grave I be pistol packin' Droppin' bodies in the rain Grippin' automatics Finna shoot you in the brain I be all about it Finna watch you pass away If I catch you lackin' I'ma put you in the grave I be pistol packin' Droppin' bodies in the rain Grippin' automatics Finna shoot you in the brain I be all about it Finna watch you pass away I will take your soul And make you die in your veins Bitch I'm on beast mode, 'boutta hit that shit so clean I'ma put you in a headlock while I punch you in the spleen No gas no brakes, all I do is get paid If you really tryna fuck with me, I'll put you in a maze Skirt, skirt, skirt I'm the realest in the scene Bitch I fucking pick you last when I'm choosing my team Got Bentleys, Corvette, Ferrari Drifting through the road at ease I ain't ever gonna fold No cap I'm on go I'ma put you in a stretcher if you think I ain't a goat Like, whoa I don't want to be your bro Got big big goals and you finna make it slow Automatic I just spread a hundred shots You a bot, like, make another wish, and you go running to your mom You a bitch boy, bitch made, step the fuck-up If you wanna be the best then get the fuck-up off the mudd I ain't ever gonna fold No cap I'm on go I'ma put you in a stretcher if you think I ain't a goat Like, whoa I don't want to be your bro Got big, big goals and you finna make it slow Automatic I just spread a hundred shots You a bot, like, make another wish, and you go running to your mom You a bitch boy, bitch made, step the fuck-up If you wanna be the best then get the fuck-up off the mudd
Writer(s): Day Sokee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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