歌词
I know you trap but shit i got a bag too
I know you rap but i can make a rap too
You keep on chancing bout that bopper ima wrap you
Hang round n***as i wanna whack ima bend to whack you
You say you get shit smacked but we the ones you call to smack a bitch
Behind 5% where my partner on that smack a bitch
smoking pressure leaves this the shit that make you sneeze
And im the type to make you bleed
Bitch i murda shit im on murder shit
I know you heard of me and how i murdered jit
Caught him lacking so i walked down with a 30 stick
I hop out with that glock out
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He make it then its my fault
Know im outrageous you gon think you heard a baby when them 12 guages get their rocks out
Put him on the pavement he must think im crazy playing possum
This new generation give him more than 3 when he tap
Surf through their section got the drop im finna drop em
He been poking out his chest too much watch how im finna pop him
Catch you flying on that dirt bike fully K watch how i stop him
Put that bitch on your li partner i aint stuntin when i spot you
You want his head i want it too
You want him dead i want him too
Bro paint him red i paint him too
He think im scared watch what i do
He got his dreads and got his head gone
He aint know its gon be a murder Dae said he was dead wrong
Kill him bounce out drill him
play with that money pin him
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Ima take his soul i aint gon cap
The moment he lack put him in the blender
Thats yo n***a and you lost so take
I know you trap but shit i got a bag too
I know you rap but i can make a rap too
You keep on chancing bout that bopper ima wrap you
Hang round n***as i wanna whack ima bend to whack you
You say you get shit smacked but we the ones you call to smack a bitch
Behind 5% where my partner on that smack a bitch
smoking pressure leaves this the shit that make you sneeze
And im the type to make you bleed
Written by: Christopher Trejo, David Catherine, Troy Jermaine Washington
