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Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
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Devante Caldwell
Devante Caldwell
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Jameon Davis
Jameon Davis
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Josh Goldenberg
Josh Goldenberg
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Money Monk
Money Monk
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Remble
Remble
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He ran up on a chop he's a boxer (Pow right in the kisser) This a stick, this a drum, I'll drop some nigga (Pow right in the kisser) I'ma shoot the K until the cops come (Pow right in the kisser) We did him like that 'cause he's a spot burner (Pow right in the kisser) Pull up with the stick, with the drum, who wan' ramp with me? (Pow right in the kisser) Stupid shells dumping out the chop, it's a hundiddy (Pow right in the kisser) I'ma pull it out the Louis bag don't come for me (Pow right in the kisser) I just stomped a nigga in some Christian Louboutins (Pow right in the kisser) I just shot a nigga granny house don't care who in there (Pow right in the kisser) I can't trust the niggas that I hang with, they be shooting kids (Pow right in the kisser) I'll smoke a nigga like a swisher or a pack of cigs (You dig? Pow right in the kisser) I'll pull on with a chop on the opps and split a wig (Forreal, forreal, forreal, pow right in the kisser) I broke his bitch, he poppin' it, now I'm poppin' on Fig (Got shot for tryna save a bitch, pow right in the kisser) We didn't drive by we walked him down, put him in a ditch (It be like that 'cause he's a snitch, pow right in the kisser) I got this FN it'll cross a nigga treat him like a Christian (Like a Christan, pow right in the kisser) In my Christian Louboutins running, chasing me a victim (I'm blood walkin' every day, pow right in the kisser) The 7.62s flipping, I'll put him in a blender (He in a blender 'cause he always flippin', pow right in the kisser) A bartender, I gave him shots now he look drunk like he on liquor (He look like the nigga been sippin' on, pow right in the kisser) Those are not Glocks buddy those are ghost guns (Those aren't real, nigga, what the fuck is that? Pow right in the kisser) My homie smoked too many opps, he don't got no lungs (He ain't even got no lungs, what're you talkin' about, pow right in the kisser) .223 shells nigga that's for King Kong (That's for some big-ass niggas, pow right in the kisser) Go play that Ruth's Chris bitch that's my theme song (We eat at Ruth's Chris every time we wax shit, pow right in the kisser) In this Bally backpack is a big strap (Got some shit that really can't even fit in this backpack, pow right in the kisser) He got flipped, hollows turned him to a Big Mac (Gon' turn his dumb ass to a burger or somethin', pow right in the kisser) Dead man, that's a homie you can't get back (He's no longer, he can't come back, pow right in the kisser) Strippin' every buster nigga at them kickbacks (No, they have no chains on 'em, bro, pow right in the kisser) Ridin' round the city with two straps I feel like John Wick (Feel like that nigga, pow right in the kisser) Caught him out front the store so I flicked him like a Bic (Like a lighter? Pow right in the kisser) Bitches choosin' sides cause they knowin' we the shit (We them niggas, we got sticks, pow right in the kisser) But we don't give 'em shit, we just run 'em then we dip (We dip, we run 'em, pow right in the kisser) Bro dropped fifty so I had to place the order (The order, pow right in the kisser) Chop his head off and throw his body 'cross the border (I flipped him like a quarter, pow right in the kisser) You is not a slider, nigga, you the hood porter (Those are the stones you throwin' and shit, nigga, pow right in the kisser) You could date the bitch if you got the fee to afford her (You can't buy that bitch, you a pussy, pow right in the kisser) He's never coming back and that's that (Pow right in the kisser) I'ma shoot it 'til my hand cramp (Pow right in the kisser) I ain't finna go in bareback bitch (Pow right in the kisser) You love me then come let my friends crash (Pow right in the kisser) I caught him lacking in a C class (Pow right in the kisser) We gon' have to run the beat back (Pow right in the kisser) You go against the team you need cash (Pow right in the kisser) I caught his mama had to re-pass (Pow right in the kisser) Another nigga dead you gotta deal with it (I mean it's been a long-ass time ago, he died, pow right in the kisser) You an internet thug I'm in the real trenches (You just pop it on the 'Gram, you weird ass nigga, pow right in the kisser) He wanna squabble up I wanna kill niggas (I'ma hit 'em with the chopp' we ain't gon' box, pow right in the kisser) I'm from the Stinc Team its all real niggas (We run this shit, y'all weird, pow right in the kisser) I nutted on her face and told her deal with it (Splashed all on her motherfuckin' face, pow right in the kisser) I was cooking in the county on the grill nigga (I was whippin' up all types of fancy shit, pow right in the kisser) I was really in K town taking field trips (With Ling Ling, Mei Ling, Kim Jong, and all them, pow right in the kisser) All dome shots we tryna split wigs (We tryna rearrange some shit, pow right in the kisser) Man niggas know what the fuck goin on with niggas (Pow right in the kisser) Man, he's never coming back and that's that nigga Man, let that shit go, bro like (Pow right in the kisser) This shit is ridiculous like, you niggas still holding onto grudges And all that shit from three years ago man like? (Pow right in the kisser) I'm just saying like, y'all niggas like It's come on bro, like (Pow right in the kisser) Like, it's over with bro, like, man, like Like come on bro (Pow right in the kisser) He's never coming back and that's that, like (Pow right in the kisser) Like just face it bro, like Y'all just holding onto this shit like, nigga (Pow right in the kisser) What y'all gon' do wait 'til somebody else get flipped? Like what's goin' on? (Pow right in the kisser) Like yeah, exactly nigga, yeah (Pow right in the kisser) Ugh (Pow right in the kisser) Pow right in the kisser, pow right in the kisser Pow right in the kisser (pow right in the kisser), ugh Come on bro (Pow right in the kisser) He's no longer (Pow right in the kisser)
Writer(s): Darrell Wayne Caldwell, Ralfy The Plug, Moneymonk Moneymonk, Remble Remble, Josh David Goldenberg, Jameon Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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