Lyrics

Keep me a stick and a blick and a dog, Call me john wick fucking on Yo bitch Fucking on a white chick uhhh,uhh uhh While wearin some ricks uhh I keep me a 7 when I play wit dem falcons Like im michael Vick I catch me a pick when im up in the lanes Like my last name is Ramsey Bitch I Be Where dem mf bands be Mfs cant stand me Stood above the competition Without fuckin standing Yea these mfs payin me Aint no mf playin me After I bus in yo bitch Make a bih take a plan b And if that plan go wrong Then i got a plan c Pop perks like its candy Mf I keep me a tool like im handy dandy Im not takin no Xanny And if a bitch nigga hide we gon buss at his granny Knock em out like im manny Rko em like randy Yea im talkin orton If a bih eva tell me she got a baby Bitch we aborting She like bae why my nose hurt Thats cuz bitch you be snorting I went from a nice nigga to a demon Lil bitch I be morphing Yeaa yo ass dont get no attention Like a fucking orphan Yea yo money be morphing Ion pop percs but I go to the moon Take a bitch to a room And My bih real pretty yea she gloom We be in that room 110 And I got me the glock fn And this pistol it hold more than 10 Take that big Mercedes benz Take that lamb truck right on a spin If he test my homie we gon aim at his chin And if I get tested one more time I gotta sin My switch got a stacy no gwen Been grindin since I was like 10 Been griding since I was like 7 Send a dumb nigga up there to heaven We got sticks Drums Mac 11s
Writer(s): Ronald Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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