Lyrics

This is a hitman production You know what the fuck it is, man Slide em, slide em off that shit, you heard me Its fuck a nigga, you know Yeah, Youngan standing on you bitch ass niggas neck Ruffwayy shit nigga, two times on gang Fuck that, he gone get stepped Bitch I'm the flex I get with it Light yo' ass up like a lamp The Draco hold more than 50 This shit ridiculous How they hate me bad in my own city It's prolly cause they bullshittin' I'm the sickest who did it Clutchin 40 glocks, 38's, and we got smittys Got the drum on the cutta This bitch look like a titty Pull up on you all in traffic We gone do 'em like Biggie One to the chest, two to the neck And then put three in your fitted How the fuck you been a killer You ain't never been killin'? How the fuck you say you steppin' Bitch that ain't how you livin' Shoota wet your ass up And now you gone need a shimmy Hit yo' block, remove the lights And play scratch off in the hemi And bitch I step good like two pairs of tennis Spend in yo' section with my weapon Let you have 20 Them lil' revolvers ain't enough You better have semis Up and buss yo' brain with that thang And leave half missing Stab my back and look in my face Then they laugh in it Yo' team soft They got a circle full of crabs in it Fuck yo' bitch from the back She like when I dab in it Plus the dick all in her stomach She like when I jab in it One step ahead I gotta keep them hoes outta my mix Thuggin' with all cha racks We prolly posted up in the bricks It ain't no lackin' bitch we packin' Strapped up with them sticks Shit get tragic, don't play Madden But we sendin' them picks Tonight we slidin' Don't give a fuck about who ridin' Affiliated with steppers So all of my niggas violent Lay down and take the lick I swear all of my niggas silent, bitch We clutchin' on them rockets Hope you don't get outcha body Say they want smoke But when they get real, they cop out Runnin' with hard heads Most of my steppers some dropouts Hop in the car One button and then i tap out Pour a deuce in my soda This shit finna have me knocked out You say sup bitch When I catch you its gon' go down Switchin' from lane to lane Clutchin' that thang, gotta slow down Yeah, its a stick up Pick your lip up And put your nose down Red clear the business Better yet hit you from the throat down
Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Greg Sanders Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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