歌词
Lil bitch tryna come play me
I wasn't going for that shit, you know that josky keep it p
Got some fine shit from the hood, you know that shawty bang for Pete
Every time I pop out on opp block, you know I got my ski
Gloves and mask up in that hotbox, tryna leave that boy in streets
**** dissing on the game, but they can't even stay on beat
Like I'm Curry, got some rang I'm shootin' shit from the three
Swung this stick broad day damn took me off my feet
**** dissing on the gang shid, you know we had to see
Dunked on him just like I'm Sean Kent, then gave his ass three
We don't hit below the rim, shit on aiming at yhu teeth
I was fourteen, Martha k, been banging in Bs
**** try to spin the hood, but they just hit a tree
Might just pop up out the trunk, like in 2013
**** tender bout these hoes, but I just wanna the green
We might Creep up on your block, then I let the bitch ring
No Keisha Cole, R. Kelly, let the bitch sing
Come on, luh josky time to strike, why these **** hollering
Know that boy ain't never up, no fye
We the one who come through trim with four, five, take a **** life
She woun tryna fuck, I kicked her out like Lil' Ho, bye
We tryna put Belt to ass, he thought this shit here was sweet
We caught him him Did his ahh bad, I know **** throwed
They'll leave you in a trash bag
All them boys some hoes, for some reason they got hashtags
Tried to run, got shot inside his ass
Took his pape like gimmie dat
Glock .45, got a switch attached
My bro hop out Ten Milly, tryna blow a **** back
That boy a rat Mickey, **** ass ain't talm bout nun
All the opps hiding where they at, I think we playing tag
Where the fuck the opps at
Ya lil dizzy, pop out quick with .45, Nike tech
Why the hell you spoke on twin, and your bro got stretched
He got Popped, I was right, there, it ripped through his flesh
Reggie Miller, ya lil uno shoot straight
I'm tryna get one of these fuck **** gone
He said that having pape, but that boy broke shit on the floor
**** ass play with this shit, I guarantee we send him home
Lil' Josky on my side, I guarantee luh twin wipe your nose
.45 got a kiss vect on it, yeah, this bitch gon' blow
She woun tryna get on that, homie, this bitch gotta go
I been on some young **** shit, tryna get some dough
Heard my opps back dooring they patna kuss they ass broke
You don't even got no damn money, where the hell you choas
Huh, where the hell your funds
I pull up with this chopper sideways and dump my gun
Josky got the Glock with the Kris's vect it make em run
In my dm copping deuces, but I ain't on nothing (shit)
Written by: Jomari D Varner
