Lyrics
See it on his wrist and they don't know that I be drillin' shit
Tell them **** that I'm really gutta we be killin' shit
They be tryna play like we ain't gutta now i'm really pissed
Hop outside that foe door they ain't know that we got plenty sticks
And I'm the type of **** that'll spend a band
And if I spend and bend i'ma spend to win
And free my ex bitch out that fuckin' can
I tell my ex bitch I can't do reminisce
And let a **** talk about that hot shit
I'm comin' right around here I come with mopsticks
If I call up young meech he come with big sticks
He come with glocks he come with tecs you see it on his wrist
See it on his wrist and they don't know that I be drillin' shit
Tell them **** that we really gutta we be killin' shit
They be tryna play like we ain't gutta now i'm really pissed
Hop outside that foe door they ain't know that we got plenty sticks
Now we can show these hoes we really lit
Now we can show them how we really get
Choppa make **** get to dancin' on some Philly shit
I could take a bitch and you ain't knowin I could really hit
Glocks with red tips they ain't got no bald heads on no gillie shit
Gillie shit
Gillie Shit
Yeah your bitch on silly shit
I'll take your bitch she runnin' round and she on the strip
Let a **** talk these **** fakin' on no bitch shit
If you call my phone you ain't talkin' bout no money bitch
Money bitch go and get a bag quick
I'll fuck your bitch and throw that bitch up in the trash quick
I don't give a fuck these **** talkin' man they hollin
And I runnin' round these **** talkin' man they stylin
Stylin'
Let a **** talk these **** feel the pain
These **** talk and run round these **** can't go back
These **** really is lames
These **** can't go shame
And if a **** try to talk I had to really go bang
Bdddaahh
And I'm the type of **** that'll spend a band
And if I spend and bend i'ma spend to win
And free my ex bitch out that fuckin' can
I tell my ex bitch I can't do reminisce
And let a **** talk about that hot shit
I'm comin' right around here I come with mopsticks
If I call up young meech he come with big sticks
He come with glocks he come with tecs you see it on his wrist
See see see it on his wrist and they don't know that I be drillin' shit
Tell them **** that we really gutta we be killin' shit
They be tryna play like we ain't gutta now I'm really pissed
Hop outside that foe door they ain't know that we got plenty sticks
See it on his wrist and they don't know that I be drillin' shit
Tell them **** that i'm really gutta we be killin' shit
They be tryna play like we ain't gutta now I'm really pissed
Hop outside that foe door they ain't know that we got plenty sticks
Written by: Ametriyus Thomas
