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Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy (go, go) Ayy (go), ayy (yeah, yeah) Haha (go) Rico, that my slime, he'll do you like you're Mitch (no bap) Every time we bend, n- screaming out, "I'm hit" (oh) Back door gang, we leave n- on they d- (close that backdoor) Pick your Blicky up, boy, well you a b- (b-) I remember me and Kaps used to be posted on the six, uh (no bap) N- turn to forest gump when I up this blick, uh (p-) Send your top shooter 'cause the other n- a bih' (he a ho) Me and brodie out the sunroof, that's success (skee, skee) Grip on that b- (uh) so it don't jump up when you squeeze (no bap) This the red key, plus shе been sucking d-, this b- a demon (sucking, yeah) Same placе we catch a n- loafin' at, that's just where we gon' leave him (what you mean?) Fiendin' for bodies and blood just like I'm anemic (I'm anemic) I bet I be a n- nightmare like horror season (what else?) All I know is get my lick back, man, this sh- easy (sh- easy) I was trippin' that night, guess I wasn't on my P sh- (uh, no) I don't want that ho no more, she give me too many freebies (uh) Choppa bullets leave ya sh-, wide open (uh, uh, uh), like that shit 3D I don't want no twat no more (no), I rather her to eat me (yeah) Watch foemen bend back the door, she like Kareem and throw a three peat (no bap) I'm all out the sunroof, I know the opps see me (I know they see me) Rico, that my slime, he'll do you like you're Mitch (no bap) Every time we bend, n- screaming out, "I'm hit" (go) Back door gang, we leave n- on they d- (close that backdoor) Pick your Blicky up, boy, well you a b- (b-) I remember me and Kaps used to be posted on the six, uh (no bap) N- turn to forest gump when I up this blick, uh (p-) Send your top shooter 'cause the other n- a bih' (He a ho) Me and brodie out the sunroof, that's success (skee, skee) Murder, type of sh- that get ya deep fried in my eye (fried) Lot of these n- p-, more homicide (b-) When we pull up on a p-, make mommas cry (no bap, no bap) We left bullet holes in a opps ride (all that) With my switch, she just ride if you pop out (mm) If we box him in, then he's dying (he's dead as f-) Them n- don't know what to do, probably have a meeting now (meeting, yeah) We finna act like Jesus, I'm the reaper, you wanna meet the guy (you want to meet that man) I leave sh- on a stretcher (on that stretcher) Your boy's no better (they better, no better) Swinging with a Glock, no Berretta (It's a f- FN) FN and the blood on his sweater (on his sweater) Rico, that my slime, he'll do you like you're Mitch (no bap) Every time we bend, n- screaming out, "I'm hit" (go) Back door gang, we leave n- on they d- (close that backdoor) Pick your Blicky up, boy, well you a b- (b-) I remember me and Kaps used to be posted on the six, uh (no bap) N- turn to forest gump when I up this blick, uh (p-) Send your top shooter 'cause the other n- a bih' (He a ho) Me and brodie out the sunroof, that's success (skee, skee)
Writer(s): Nehemiah Harden, Ozro Travon Graham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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