Lyrics

Ayy, Spill, run this shit back Woah Wonderr Woah, woah (skrrt-skrrt) Woah, woah (skrrt-skrrt) Woah, woah (skrrt-skrrt) Woah, woah (yeah) Keep it a band (brree), big rocket in my hand (skrrt) I fill him up with lead (skrrt), pussy nigga, now you're dead And I'm tied with them shooters from the South (I'm tied with shooters) I up that chopper, put that pistol in your mouth (I got that pistol) Man, I got one too many calls from you (yeah, yeah, yeah) And no, lil' bitch, you cannot play me like I'm a fool And she don't like the way that I act, she say I'm rude Know I really roll the pressure with niggas so keep it cool He don't want no pressure (fah) Pussy nigga, catch up (grrah) Give me top, baby, bless up Man, I aim, I be dead on Keep a rack in my right arm Baby, stay if you love me Baby, stay and blow me Sorry, gotta toke, yeah Playing with the boy'll get you smoked (it'll get you smoked) Yeah, I really get to it, yeah, for sure (I get it, yeah) I made a promise to myself, I can't go broke (I can't go broke) You niggas pussy, they be acting like these hoes (they act like hoes) Call up my slime and he gon' wipe a nigga nose (he wipe your nose) Now, 'bout no bitch, I can't be beefin' with the bros (beef with the bros) Good day, that's what my Glock say (what my Glock say, good) Already gone when the cops chase (yeah) Keep it a band (brree), big rocket in my hand (skrrt) I fill him up with lead (skrrt), pussy nigga, now you're dead And I'm tied with them shooters from the South (I'm tied with shooters) I up that chopper, put that pistol in your mouth (I got that pistol) Man, I got one too many calls from you (yeah, yeah, yeah) And no, lil' bitch, you cannot play me like I'm a fool And she don't like the way that I act, she say I'm rude Know I really roll the pressure with niggas so keep it cool
Writer(s): Andre Dontrel Burt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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