Lyrics

Heh It's Chito back at this bitch, know I'm sayin'? Huh Baby Osama Boy, boy boy (HT made the wave) Heh Uh You know who the fuck I be, man (heh) Heh, uh Heh All black AK, see me I'm swervin' (heh) Jali$co got the .40 ridin' deep in a Suburban (boy) Up all night, yeah damn got me lurkin' (huh) This choppa going stupid, but my .38 twerkin' (heh) All black AK, see me I'm swervin' (heh) Jali$co got the .40 ridin' deep in a Suburban (boy) Up all night, yeah damn got me lurkin' (huh) This choppa going stupid, but my .38 twerkin' (bitch) I know I look good, but I look better in person (huh) I look like my father, but I'm the better version (better version) I ain't goin' broke 'cause a nigga always workin' (huh) My bitch is Filipino, and the other one is Russian (heh) Tats on my face and my chest too Yiggies in my head everyday I gotta rock two (heh) Yeah, I love these choppers so you know I had to cop two (heh) Brand new teeth and my bitch look good too (huh) I got a Glock and I also have a chop' too (yeah) Knock a nigga down if he really wanna speak rude (fuck 'm, boy) I'm the top hat lil' nigga we ain't equal (haha) This shit it look nice, but my ammo ain't legal (heh, brr) All black AK, see me I'm swervin' Jali$co got the .40 ridin' deep in a Suburban (huh) Up all night, yeah damn got me lurkin' (huh) This choppa going stupid, but my .38 twerkin' (brrt) All black AK, see me I'm swervin' (heh) Jali$co got the .40 ridin' deep in a Suburban (huh) Up all night, yeah damn got me lurkin' (huh) This choppa going stupid, but my .38 twerkin' I'm a, North Sac Baby (heh) Trueys always sagg, 'cause my .45 heavy (yuh) Fuck a new bitch in my '88 Chevy (bitch) All these bitches love me, but these pussy niggas hate me (boy, fuck 'em) I got, good aim baby (yeah) G ridin' them foreign I don't do the renting baby (nah) 50 in the chopper so you know I'm always ready (huh) When I slap the drum it just make the choppa heavy (boy) I suggest you don't speak 'bout me (nah) Only brands that I like is Glocks and XD's (heh) You should just boss up and get like me (heh) Leave him like his brothers stamped on white tees (fuck that nigga, man) Fuck 'em all, I ain't trippin' let 'em slide (heh) If these niggas run up than these suckas gon' die (die) I ain't trippin' lil' nigga is on sight (huh) On my momma they gon' meet this .45, huh (boy) On my momma they gon' meet this .45, huh (boy) On my momma they gon' meet this .45, huh Brrt!
Writer(s): Hector Garcia Infante Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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