Lyrics

Drop-top, headshot when your roof down A Mally with the bally got a new sound Boop-boop-boop-boop, that's a tre pound And now you're thinkin' that you shoulda never came out 12-gauge, dot-dot, chat shit, get shot This spot's got hot, gotta change out Cattin' for a hot-wok or a steakhouse And if my nigga don't eat, I'ma spray rounds And if my nigga got beef then it's my war How many niggas in your set would you die for? And if your nigga got shot, would you shoot back? You got a gun but you don't know how to use that Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own It's best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (diamonds) Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own (bitch) It's best that you leave me alone (leave me, baby) My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (diamonds) You got a trap but don't know how to get it jumpin' You in a fast car, but don't even know how to push it (skrr, skrr) I'm in a fast car gettin' T like I'm Pusha You say you a killer but now we gotta push ya Two 30's under tee, like I'm Booker Slide on ya late night like a hooker (two 30's) Send my young boy to smoke you like a hookah They gon' think that he a chef when he cook ya' Pick a chopstick up, and chop you like a butcher Take the magazine, now we pluggin' like it's hooked up You be shootin' in the air like your shit looked up (bitch) Let it go tlil ain't no more like my shit booked up (diamonds) They're like, "Skeng, you better calm down" (down) "You're gonna end up locked or rottin' in the ground" (rottin') But they know I can't stop, I gotta make the pound (no, no, no) Old school, out the window, wouldn't make a sound Hella man chatty, yeah, they're bitches The bitches, tellin' me I should do kissing (no, no) She's mythin' Only the cash I'd be lipsing (true) The big ting, she shoves it in her mouth, she ain't thinkin' Them man there fear the kitchen (true) But that's cool cah the corn game is different (baow, baow) You don't wanna see my dargs when we risen (no, you don't) You don't wanna see my dargs when we risen (baow) Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own It's best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (diamonds) Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own It's best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (diamonds) Gimme one chance, gimme one chance Shouts Drake but I don't need one dance Need a big red bone, what the bomboclaat? And home time, if she can't hold firearms I don't fuck with that bitch, if that bitch is lame The only reason she about cah' she givin' brain (noddy) If she a ten-out-of-ten, then I'm runnin' game And I attempt to catch a M, it's in my fuckin' name I attempt to catch a M, it's in my fuckin' name I attempt to catch a M, it's in my fuckin' name If she a ten-out-of-ten, then I'm runnin' game And I attempt to catch a M, it's in my fuckin' name I was upsuh, billin' up, billin' up grub I'm a shotter, livin' up in the gutter With a rasta Spinner up, helicopter Then I fucked up Hit and run, I got sucked up Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own It's best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (diamonds) Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own It's best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (diamonds) Who made this? JB made this, hahaha
Writer(s): Jonathan Mensah, Joshua Malinga, Terrell Doyley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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