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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Ray McMillan
Songwriter
Jay Jackson
Songwriter
歌詞
I call my cousin darrell In this bitch
Bullets flyin out the barrel in this bitch
All my shooters shooters they don’t miss
You think I won’t I’m will Ferrell in this bitch
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
Come Check his pulse see if he still alive
Make sure u shoot his folks when they come outside
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
Come check his pulse see if he still alive
Make sure you shoot his folks when they come outside
He had alotta friends now he a loner
He ain’t sign no papers but he organ doner
That’s what happen when my **** run up on ya
We make sure we take the trash to the corner
**** we’ll be on yo ass any moment
He a man but he actin like a women
He ain’t gon shoot but he actin like he gonna
My **** wolves and they ain’t in Minnesota
Like tay Keith we gon fuck these **** up
Like Chief keef we gon blow New Jersey up
When I blow up they gon hang my jersey up I’m from out East you know I don’t give a fuck
Call my cousin darrell In this bitch
Bullets flyin out the barrel in this bitch
All my shooters shooters they don’t miss
You think I won’t I’m will Ferrell in this bitch
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
Come Check his pulse see if he still alive
Make sure u shoot his folks when they come outside
Say opp **** you can try to slide if you wanted to
You won’t make it out alive I put that on the double duece
**** posted in the spot bitch we ain’t got no food
My **** hungry for a man down we finna chop on you
If you slide and get chipped **** that’s a bloody move
I’m on my block 21st & Reedy ****
You can’t come round here hell nah cus we don’t fuck with you
If you come round here ima have to hit you with the tool
You be smokin bullshit boy we don’t hit them flutes
We be smokin big woods cookie pack I got the juice
You can’t come round here hell nah cus we don’t fuck with you
If you come round here ima have to hit you with the tool
Call my cousin darrell In this bitch
Bullets flyin out the barrel in this bitch
All my shooters shooters they don’t miss
You think I won’t I’m will Ferrell in this bitch
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die
Come Check his pulse see if he still alive
Make sure u shoot his folks when they come outside
Written by: Andrew Ray McMillan, Jay Jackson
