Lyrics

Yeah, huh Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Midas got a jugg) Ha-ha-ha, I ain't doin' no playin' Jack, ya hear me? Yeah, yeah, hrrah Pow, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I'm tired of him breathin', I'm takin' his breath (huh?) Shoot to my right, my flag on the left (yeah-yeah) I earned my stripes, but I'm not a ref These niggas, they woke, they overslept, yeah My bitch, she clutch because she a nurse Whenever I'm down, she give me a Perc' The police pull up, my gun in her purse (yeah) The ops pull up, put him on a shirt (yeah, yeah) Bitch, we came in this world, and we lookin' for murder Knock yo' cap off, and it's word to Bobby Shmurda Nigga watch yo' mouth, I would hate to have to hurt ya You would kill off a Perc', but snitch when you sober Man down in the street, man, this nigga tried to play me I hit one in the head, but his gun's on safety They askin' how I been, what I been feelin' lately I got good aim in the pocket like I'm Brady Can't speak on the shit I did to you To be honest, them bullets wasn't meant for you (grrah) I'm sorry that they hit you Fuck that, spin again, shoot the friend too See at first I was gon' stop and chill Hell nah, how them hollows feel? I'm independent, can't sign a deal Won't sell out for a couple mil' (yeah, yeah) Before you try to rob, hit yo' knees and pray to Buddha Soon as you up it, Lil Trey gonna shoot ya Remember I was young, and I used to be a hoopa I got into guns, then I turned to the shoota Knock off yo' head, call that a fuckin' train wreck Bitch, close yo' legs, where the fuck is yo' brain at? Wet a nigga block, make it look like we painted Man, I used to struggle, now a nigga famous I'm 16 with big dreams, I wanna be a star I used to spend money on lil' things, now I want a car Ayy, that Rollie or that Audemars, where do I start? Man, this lean fuckin' up my tummy, makin' me fart 100 somethin' shots in the rental My bitch, she bad like Kendall I'm poppin' niggas like pimple (yeah-yeah) I'm in her mouth, that's dental (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) We strapped up like a gay hoe, we kill niggas like Tadoe We ruthless like Fredo, and love totin' Dracos Mop a nigga with the .40, I'm a janitor We smokin' on gas, that's cannabis That's a lot in the Draco, I'm an animal In Florida, chillin' in Panama He said he want smoke, I hope that he ready I put on my mask like Jason and Freddy You soft as a bear, just like Teddy I shoot him in the head, knock out his spaghetti, yeah I'm tired of him breathin', I'm takin' his breath (huh?) Shoot to my right, my flag on the left I earned my stripes, but I'm not a ref These niggas, they woke, they overslept, yeah My bitch, she clutch because she a nurse Whenever I'm down, she give me a Perc' The police pull up, my gun in her purse The opps pull up, put him on a shirt Bitch, we came in this world, and we lookin' for murder Knock yo' cap off, and it's word to Bobby Shmurda Nigga watch yo' mouth, I would hate to have to hurt ya You would kill off a Perc', but snitch when you sober Man down in the street, man, this nigga tried to play me I hit one in the head, but his gun's on safety They askin' how I been, what I been feelin' lately I got good aim in the pocket like I'm Brady
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Donald Bernard Bailey Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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