Lyrics

Niggas know what the fuck goin' on Aha ha Ha Yeah I'll slap a pussy nigga if he act out Y'all steady getting dropped take 'em all out Know some good shooters, you should bring the scouts out Y'all some lil' rappers, we the fuckin' blood hounds Just some young niggas goin' to the trap house (we on the way) Always keep the rod with me, cause I'll blow your back out Look, uh, ha ha Look, what you sayin' Got a broom with a beam on it, yeah Got my team on the spot and your bitch on it Catch a opp on the block and we spin on it (Bow) Only my niggas be doin' it, I ain't influence y'all All these bitches make me so tired, give me all the Tylenol Like y'all niggas two-faced, can't fuck with y'all (On God!) One, two, three, let's go Nigga open up the door, bodies on the floor (¿what?) Steady callin' on my phone, so I just press, ignore I get a new bitch every week, so I give them a tour (yeah) Got some Alc' in my cup, this ain't no Cîroc (Cîroc) Sippin' on exotic shit, it's got my chest hot (hot) Smokin' on the Za', got me feelin' stupid like Huh, what, yeah, yeah I keep Lil' Brodie with me and he keep a stick Can't spare no nigga we'll pop a bitch If my phone bumpin' then you know we gotta hit that lick This motherfucker you know it's gon' be a hit (On God!)
Writer(s): Aminski Arjay Ehko, Jonathan Gabriel Colin Alvarado, Joven Gideon, Karina Romero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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