Lyrics

Uhh uhhuh t.w.o yes sir hook king falayo, falayoooo ooohhhhh ahh haa! They know ima shoot off the rip Gun in my hand no not on my hip Made a few hits now we back now we lit Now all these bitches they back on the dick huh I see some bitches they jacking they stone I see some jacking they crip huh $255 for a zip he talking spicy now watching get clip That's how the innocent people get hit Riding with people not post to be wit huh We pulling up on ya strip Wen you see the light we ain't taking no flick huh Oh that's the gang dat cha pick huh He ride around wit the blick huh Move like I'm eighty years old He ride around with the stick huh A.R15 come with the strap like Ronaldo it come with a kick Niggas will air out ya whip We don't get a fuck who you wit I'm steady chasing the breesh These niggas rent know they lease ima ape ima beast Caught ya bitch killed ya treesh You ever touch one of mine Niggas gone end up deceased Then watch the murder increase Ill leave you resting in peace Ill leave ya momma in grief Funeral front row seats I'm leaving roses and reefs sing pastor will preach We mite just stomp em out front of the crowd Whop em out having thinking he sleep Whatever we take we gone keep We catch a opp every week Moving like classik dead on my bully All you gone see is hands and feet You could die over a tweet Have that same energy wen we meet
Writer(s): Antonio Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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