Lyrics

Everybody wants it But they never come through I be taking two shots When I aim at you Is it blood on the scene Or my red bottom shoes When I light up a fire And I set off the fuse Run it up Run it up Bands for a blackwood Choppa with a beam and we coming Right at you Better not scream Cause we'll lock you in the bathroom I ain't playing game little bitch You better have food Run it up Got a hundred and the bands back Playing all these hoes like a liar With a mad cap I be getting money every day it's a mad fact Moving to the burbs with a bitch And a hand tattoo Me and deekay up Hit a bitch face down Pack a punch my wrist Like I'm playing downtown If a bitch act up put the dog in the pound Plant the bomb on his lawn Call that shit nuke town What the fuck step back Heavy metal like a gym I be stacking up guap Slide yo phone swap his sim Had the feds pulling up Run a bitch offa net Ima take that boy's funds Put this forty to his neck Stomp a fuck boy's face In my new j1s New ak Put his soul in a blunt Ima smoke puff pass Good dope a one Gang on lock Like d book with the suns Ima hop out to shoot That little bitch my son Tell em hop off dick I only say shit once Take his chain Ima take his bitch Ima take your life On your grave, I piss How you gon shoot Every shot you missed Gripping poles Two twin berettas Two aks We body catchers Chase em down Up out his sketchers Take his bitch Lil bro I'm better Fuck what you think Put them down ina dirt Blew a whole bag On this Gucci fur coat Aiming the sight Spent a band on this scope If a fuck boy talk ima slit his throat Everybody wants it But they never come through I be taking two shots When I aim at you Is it blood on the scene Or my red bottom shoes When I light up a fire And I set off the fuse Run it up Run it up Bands for a blackwood Choppa with a beam and we coming Right at you Better not scream Cause we'll lock you in the bathroom I ain't playing game little bitch You better have food Run it up Got a hundred and the bands back Playing all these hoes like a liar With a mad cap I be getting money every day it's a mad fact Moving to the burbs with a bitch And a hand tattoo
Writer(s): Wacky X. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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