Lyrics

We Pull up shootin out the galil but I ain't talkin black ops Smokin exotic hit this once you gon have a bad cough Bro said I be drivin this altima like trackhawk Bars ain't free want a verse buy one get one half off Man fuck it this ain't even shit talk this crap talk You always tryna lower prices call that Mr. krabs talk Let me get free sauce lmao laugh my ass off This my year I ain't talkin NASA but Ima blast off All you do is pocket watch call you bank that's a sad job No pun but like the joker I'll get the last laugh off And if we talkin batman I'll take the batmolbile and stab off And if a bitch trippin we breakin up like a bad call And if a nigga cap rappin have em take that cap off If you talk crazy you get disciplined like a bad dog Got a Lil bit of ice on me but i aint got the snow on me It's cold ass world but I'm glad I got this coat on me And I'm so damn wavy you ah think there was a boat on me If I could be hood president bitch you better vote on me Draco hit my line if a dude trippin then I'm down to slide How you call yourself a trapper and only sold two dimes Really bouta drink this cup of triz it's lookin too fine Tryna be picky I'll leave quick you better choose right I been working hard and catching plays that's why my shoe nice Pass to Stan will he hit the feature for a coo price Yeah dogshit militia nigga Boy yo bitch ate me up like a fuckin zom Taliban ties call em up you ain't ducking ack Let em touch this chain 223's they gon touch his body Titties where the magazine at this ain't playboy Buffed up bitch I stain carti's like I'm playboi Talkin' bout it's loud boy that really bus don't make noise Bullying the opps they don't shoot em we gon take tools Bitch I make pape, drive fast cars and fuck hoes You ain't SBDSM get the fuck on Skinny but I feel like Terry Cruz with the buff's on If I show yo bitch this bank account I bet she touch toes Woke up and made ten in lucky-charms Up dogshit the hoes can't pull the ugly card I got lost in my bag boy the duffy dark Pull up on yo hoe flashin' racks bet she fuck me hard Drippy and Stan Will on a track this is perfect timing Cold blooded like an animal so the scope couldn't find me Flash on the Glock look at me it's gonna leave you blinded Forces on my feel it match the color of his blood sittin behind me Makin attempts to make it to the top and Ima keep on tryin Told her ima player she don't understand she gonna keep on cryin If I keep throwing out deals the buyers gonna keep on buyin Let the haters get to yo head then the ideas gonna keep on dyin Tryna see the top its gonna come one day like a perfect sighting Yo girl wet with this pipe no plumber but that's perfect pipin Wearing them lil ass clothes it look like you and yo shirt keep fighting Man these drugs strong as fuck it's like me and this perky fighting Chop got a five o sight and it's telescopic These 223's hella long it can knock down helicopters Doc said I got a drug test told em well I failed it doctor Acted coo for the script and changed my mood I deserve an Oscar Acted coo for the script and changed my mood I deserve an Oscar WeBeenSpiritual!
Writer(s): Raynard Taylor, Drippy J, Stanwill Stanwill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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