歌詞
You hang around too many ****, that's pussy, you gotta be pussy
If it's on sight, up your gun on me, all that muggin' and lookin'
Yeah, **** doin' all that woofin', pussy
4L bomb shit, walk inside the store, that switch in my armpit
I go wherever, I keep a Beretta, and **** ain't on shit
My opps together, but I don't discriminate, I got 'em both hit
Them **** be lyin', they **** be dyin' and they'll never post shit
No rap cap come out my mouth, made a couple songs, think he hot now
Hit his ass up, he think he Pac now, broad daylight he got shot down
Chopper bullets make his ass hop 'round, bloodshed, ain't no way to stop now
Go on live and get your ass pop now, seem like everybody want an opp now
Leavin' him flatline, Slaughter Gang knife in the back, I'm on that time
Turn him to a hashtag, make him a "Long Live", **** ain't my kind
Tried and true, I'ma pop mine, I was seventeen with a Glock 9
I wanna see red, stop sign, I wanna see red, Clifford
She keep tryna whip out my zipper, I move to L.A., I'm a Clipper
He think with his dick, he a tricker, get your bitch out the car 'fore we blick her
We put an AirTag on his car, he in Miami by Brickell
Say "Hello" to the four nickel, I got a magazine, you got an issue
Givin' out smoke, pussy
My trigger finger broke
Don't try me like no ho, I always let it blow
I pull up five score, ****, we caught him by that store
How much you wanna bet they ass won't stand right there no more?
I'm Slaughter Gang OVO
A half a million a sho but I still walk in with that pole, idiot
Written by: PRODBYCAN
