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Bitch! Is that Shoki on the beat? He keep talking in 'em comments Fuck it, drop a bag on 'em Send my stepper where you sleep I bet my shorty smash on 'em Put a fuckin tag on 'em, big glick With a fuckin' flash on 'em He gonna smoke, if I want to smoke this ass And put some ash on 'em Bitch I know you sad, I know you mad, I know you pissed off Talkin' out his ass like he bad, knock his shit off Fold him on your ass body bag don't get sent off Bustin' out they whip with loaded clip and knock the tent off Bitch you know we swervin' we be wreckin', ain't no lettin' off Pussy bitch don't play, I pop that ray and send your blessings off I will never lay, was born to spray, bitch, I aint restin' up Pour that shit, that crazy, on the daily I be texting her He say, that bitch his baby, that's Fugazi, I be scratchin' her Nigga's think they hot just like a pot until we wet them off We got hella shots and hella knots and we got that for days Fuck 'em all, throw 'em pills, tryna drill but you got shot today He keep talking in 'em comments Fuck it, drop a bag on 'em Send my stepper where you sleep I bet my shorty smash on 'em Put a fuckin' tag on 'em, big glick With a fuckin' flash on 'em He gonna smoke, if I want to smoke this ass And put some ash on 'em I be jiggin' in that bitch, I got that 30 Mag on 'em In his head when there's pressure, 30 rounds in my sweater Glizzy glizzy no beratta, pull up on you when I pop that metal Get my dick sucked and smoking a Backwood and counting this cheddar You know you just act hood but you really ain't that hood, boy you gotta do better You know that we clap hoods and we leap 'em right back And we spin 'em jus' like a Lil presser Pop on music, got a suppressor Pull up and shoots, goin' off in the Tesla, boom, pow! Knock her pussy off for acting, like he's special Bitch you reckless, I ain't tryna hear no preachin' or no lecture I aint fuckin' with no bop, I get the top and I don't test Bitch we got lots of sticks, no pot to piss Spin your block with poppin' shit We poppin' glicks and poppin' dicks Big bro done taught me not to miss He keep talking in 'em comments Fuck it, drop a bag on 'em Send my stepper where you sleep I bet my shorty smash on 'em Put a fuckin' tag on 'em big glick With a fuckin' flash on 'em He gonna smoke' if I want to smoke this ass And put some ash on 'em, bitch!
Writer(s): David Pointer, Ryder Johnson, Robby Cohen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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