Lyrics

If i get they address we get them stretched You just now finding out that ima killer, your a shooter lets go find the difference out Dont take your BM out of town cause i dont want her missing out I take a flight get out of town soon as i shoot the engine out You the one that started but regardless ima clear it out Tryna spin on cant bend the corner knock the wheels up off it Say she want me now hoe settle down i got too many spouses All my brothers soulja slinging K's an yea i been around it Pull up stop the car shoot through the house bitch how this gun sounding Them hoes on go for me and suck for free wont get no funds around me Where im at, bitch im behind you why the fuck your heart pounding Niggas think they YB on the net until i paint his house red Just kick the door and swing the pole i came to leave em left for dead Them shells gone hit the floor dont touch the door and thats a case closed They know how im coming about little Jay he better lay low Sliding back to back with glocks and tecs to get his face known Now that bitch on Instagram keep talking bout her bae gone And we got the drop on your ass so fuck yo gender role You was down to ride for his ass now your wig gone Now his family crying got him mad like they want hell of smoke Grab a gun and slide for his ass and get your head blown Bitch we got that free smoke you must want the promo code Niggas on that bitch shit wont try me like a hoe Bout his name we on his head and he'll be dead before the day gone Niggas want that free smoke but i wont give his ass a poke Give his ass smoke now look around that boy done turned ghost Out the window with this chopper Florida health just got his name wrote Got two Michael Jordan's but i hit him with the Rondo Ain't gone die when its your time we just gonna slide and slang that iron hoe Bitch i play for keeps so play with me you gone get fired up Watching me gone make it seem im not just know im riding on them Glock 9's and chopper with a hundred when we slide on them Blair give me locations what u thinking u gone hide from me Lay that murder game down just let me know is you gone die for it And i beat shit, i know that dont nobody want no beef jhit You creep jhit might can learn from me the way i creep shit and we smoke niggas Bitch you wanna be that new pack aint no chit chat We get the drop we swing and blitz that Where your head at niggas never wanna use that We knock it off that boy mortician finna have to glue it back He wanna talk about it tell me where the fuck they do that at Bitch i got extra mags, i hawk them down this AR screw his ass Aye bro no Nike gimmicks when u swing the door just do his ass This aint a U-haul truck the chopper got a way to move his ass Take his face from him the coroners aint gone know who knew his ass And fuck his white flag the only thing i see is soulja rags Yea bitch im like that your mama just gone want ya life back Yea bitch im like that your mama just gone want ya life back Free smoke, give him a dose Free smoke, give him a dose Free smoke, give him a dose Free smoke, give him a dose Free smoke, give him a dose
Writer(s): Joshua Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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