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(Go Grizz) Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Winners Circle) Extended the clips in all of my guns, I could go to war with ISIS, yeah Keep the strap up on my hip, they say lil' Choppa dykin' Hit it from the back one time, I ain't doin' no motherfuckin' wifin' (yeah, ayy) He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time that I'm rappin I'm knockin' his top since he think I'm cappin' Put him on the news, we bringin' the static Handguns and them automatics Chasin' that guala, bitch, I gotta have it Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic These niggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic Lil' bro in the field doin' drills like Madden If a fuck nigga play, we gon' fuck it up Got my strap in the seat, told 'em buckle up I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up Take a trip for a week, you gon' fuck or what? Ayy, bitch Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah? I told her drop her drawers And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls She got some magical jaws, yeah Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag Bitch, you know I ain't totin' no pro mag Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch ass I'm leavin' niggas layin' in a motherfuckin' shitbag They say, "Why you rappin' 'bout hoes and shit?" 'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and shit I'm the one buyin' her clothes and shit VVS on my neck and they froze and shit Hit her one time and she actin' out Red beam on my strap like I'm backin' out And I fold lotta bows when I'm packin' out Smoke a whole lotta dope, I ain't flashin' out My chopper, it kick like a kangaroo When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe I might wet him like a swimmin' pool Or just like some fuckin' lube I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school Mechanical Choppa because I'm ridin' with a lot of tools This nigga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude Heard they tryna be me, but it's not easy Hold on, it's not easy I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin' Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y-Beezy The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy If I said it, I said it, and I mean it Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan Got a whole lotta music, I'm not leakin' Ayy, what the fuck a nigga wanna do? I got 'bout four, five choppers while I'm ridin' in my coupe Ayy, bitch, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup Now a nigga need a toothpick 'cause there's steak stuck in my tooth (Yeah) How many guns I got? A lot And bitch, we trappin' spot to spot And you would think this shit was gumbo, but it's dope up in this pot And bitch, my pockets is on swole, and it's lookin' like a knot Top shotta in this bitch, nigga, you a bombaclot, ayy (gang, gang) She want a bag and I got a bag But she don't get nothin' Ayy, got a whole lotta cash And I'm livin' too fast, mama couldn't do nothin' Ayy, spend guala in public All my niggas, they do what I do like puppet Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin' In the 'yo with a pole on, bro, I'm clutchin', yeah I might wet him like a swimmin' pool Or just like some fuckin' lube I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school Mechanical Choppa because I'm ridin' with a lot of tools This nigga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude Heard they tryna be me, but it's not easy Hold on, it's not easy I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin' Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y-Beezy The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy If I said it, I said it, and I mean it Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan Got a whole lotta music, I'm not leakin'
Writer(s): Kevin Price, Bryson Potts, Quinlan Mcafee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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