Disco

We hit that boy with the, uh-huh

We hit that boy with the, what?

We hit that boy with the fire

Smokin' that pack, we smokin' that Za'

You better pray to the mo'fuckin' gods

Mexican shooter, I think his name Juan

Wavin' the choppa like magical wand

I get the pack, then I am gone

Came with the gat, came with the gun

I been the same since 1v1

Smokin' that pack, we smokin' a ton

I knew it was up when she put it in a bun

Make it be what? Make it be gone

She put my cock up in her tongue

I got a Glock, it got a drum

Run up on me, then I promise it's done

You smokin' cigarettes, look at your lungs

Choppa go in through his stomach and out through his back

I'm shootin' the choppa, that bit' goin', "Blatt"

If I hang up, bitch, don't call me back

Hold up, what the fuck?

You wanna link? Like, "Fuck no, bitch"

Can't love no slut, can't trust no bitch

Got a choppa on me, I'ma dump that clip

I don't want your body, just suck on my dick

Yeah, I put the Wock' in the Gatorade

These lil' **** belong in the gay parade

These lil' **** be sippin' on Haterade

Said, "I'm finna put Wock' in the Minute Maid"

Said, "I'm finna put Wock' in the lemonade"

Rene is cryppin', no renegade

And I handle the money I get today

Just know a **** is gettin' paid

Ahaha

This shit so goofy, ****

Haha, aha

We hit that boy with the, uh-huh

We hit that boy with the, what?

We hit that boy with the fire

Smokin' that pack, we smokin' that Za'

You better pray to the mo'fuckin' gods

Mexican shooter, I think his name Juan

Wavin' the choppa like magical wand

I get the pack, then I am gone

Came with the gat, came with the gun

I been the same since 1v1

Smokin' that pack, we smokin' a ton

I knew it was up when she put it in a bun

Make it be what? Make it be gone

She put my cock up in her tongue

I got a Glock, it got a drum

Run up on me, then I promise it's done

You smokin' cigarettes, look at your lungs