Lyrics

Whole lotta bleeda shit Shottas rolling wit them shottas This shit get violent on my mama Pour out my feelings in a bottle Wit no prescriptions I get higher Don't need you telling me you proud of me Know it aint come from the heart that ain't your honesty Bro like how I slang that chopper he said he out on me You ain't ride for yourself how you gon ride for me You can catch me swerving on a opp block tryna bust a opp noggin This pretty bitch so fine I have to put her in a crop top She ain't wearing no socks, shorty want her feet out And she know I put this glizzy on a bitch she don't wanna be out And I hope you got one in the head be ready when I see y'all Bring your set tires screechin it's a SCAT When I'm banging at you you ain't bangin back Bust your brains it fucks up your melanin Man these n---as 30 why you scared of me Probably cuz I I stepped on his cousin n em Probably cuz I I stepped on his brother n em Collect 100 racks off his trapboy You hiding from me then I go get your mother nem Leave a pussy foreign in the street Left his doors open made him beat his feet You almost died you made it by a string And I'm a murk yo ass next time we meet You better know that it's up there with me when shots rang off Leave holes all in your tee Ain't you visiting your boy at church tomorrow Tear your fucking car up now you can't even wear a shirt tomorrow Oh you forgot it huh like you forgot to blow your rocket huh Fuck a banga 3 I'm a pop it now Stupid bitch ain't even have his head on this ain't rocket science Shottas rolling wit them shottas This shit get violent on my mama Pour out my feelings in a bottle Wit no prescriptions I get higher Don't need you telling me you proud of me Know it ain't come from the heart that ain't your honesty Bro like how I slang that chopper he said he out on me You ain't ride for yourself how you gon ride for me I be with real shottas, back to back pennin to this Want smoke with us this bitch on childlock Like you finna get your issue Ian gotta say too much just want that get back for my members Said they feel my pain but I won't feel better until I get them Them bleedas pull up on your block tryna drop a 100 in a n---a Bitch this ain't no scared business the lord just be saving n---as Told the squad don't be mad he gon slip again be patient wit em N---a fuck the justice bitch we the justice for my babies n---a Shottas rolling wit them shottas This shit get violent on my mama Pour out my feelings in a bottle Wit no prescriptions I get higher Don't need you telling me you proud of me Know it ain't come from the heart that ain't your honesty Bro like how I slang that chopper he said he out on me You ain't ride for yourself how you gon ride for me
Writer(s): Laron L. James, Cameron Giles, Gregory Omar Green, Seon D. Thomas, Migel Orlando Collins, Leroy Matthew Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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