歌詞
I gotta big ass 40 in my Al Wissam ****
Hell yeah, you know that Glock spit
Turn around and do the dash, hit a **** with that mop stick
****, and you know we pop shit
5200 be my motherfuckin gang, hit my block, bitch
I ain't worried bout no lame hoe
In the whip, out the window, mask down with that Draco
Hell naw, you ain't safe, bro
You don't wanna get hit, pussy **** better lay low
Case closed, we don't speak about it
I catch a body if anybody wanna be about it
I'm really rowdy and really wish that you would bring a riot
**** it's crowded, I'm diddy boppin' with potato silence
**** it's a whole damn lick on the side of the road
Retaliation, fuck that, bro that's not how it goes
I keep Red Bottom shoes when I step in the Rose
The federales taking pics, so I'm a strike for the pose
**** what the fuck you thinkin'
Snow fallin' in my hood and I'm feelin' like I'm Franklin
I'm in love with blue faces
In the hood with the 40, so it's back to the basics
I keep pigeons in the basement
Got a tester on the steps, make him DTE wasted
**** where you wanna take this
Catch me outside, if you act out of line, you get placement
Hell yeah, you know that Glock spit
Turn around and do the dash, hit a **** with that mop stick
****, and you know we pop shit
5200 be my motherfuckin gang, hit my block, bitch
I ain't worried bout no lame hoe
In the whip, out the window, mask down with that Draco
Hell naw, you ain't safe, bro
You don't wanna get hit, pussy **** better lay low
**** hold up, let me call the shooters
Hop in the Uber, extended pistol for these Betty Boopers
I know these **** been plottin' on me, hoe I'm Patrick Stewart
GPS bullets, you know the choppa like a new computer
Bro I roll a 456 when I'm shakin' the dice
The trap house illuminated by them vacancy lights
**** playin' with my money, then he play with his life
And I'm a plumber with this ratchet, and I'm toting this pipe
Brodie what the fuck you gon' do
I'ma shoot a fireball at your ass, but I ain't Goku
Hoe me, no I'm a hoe you
Got a round for your lil' petty ass and your whole crew
I ain't social, fuck you mean ****
On the porch with that torch, I just pop me a bean ****
Wu-Tang for that cream ****
If I'm on house arrest, then I'm still sellin' white, Charlie Sheen, **** whoa
Hell yeah, you know that Glock spit
Turn around and do the dash, hit a **** with that mop stick
****, and you know we pop shit
5200 be my motherfuckin gang, hit my block, bitch
I ain't worried bout no lame hoe
In the whip, out the window, mask down with that Draco
Hell no, you ain't safe, bro
You don't wanna get hit, pussy **** better lay low
Written by: Jayland Lee Plummer
