Lyrics

Yeah Say man Eye like a hawk ya done Shoot up ya block and I go on the run That's on yo body get me out my body Ion leave the house without my gun Get at a opp what a wonderful feeling Poured a 4 of the drank and I feel like I'm tipsy Get the glizzy get busy he hit now he dizzy Got the money and it brought me power like 50 When I come through it's tragic I can't leave no witness It's just me and Muse we came to handle business Say that choppa do magic I love how it's flipping Swear my youngins regarded they love to tote 50's In the trap going hard them packs I'm tryna flip it Damn we ran out of dope so that dope what I'm mixing I'm dripping Chanel Gucci it's exquisite I make money off bitches come get a quick visit I got the low numbers come get you a ticket Muse he got racks and dope all in his britches Can't hang with the gang now they say that you snitching It's just me and my choppa we ain't trusting bitches Sliming em our for the package We watching the drop house In this house it ain't nothing but choppas and glocks out He don't want crash out He say he want take em a better route We ain't serving niggas don't come with the right amount Young Mu productions all of my guns got a drum kit All of these niggas they lunch meat Back on that bullshit Hope nun of these niggas don't touch me Sending em straight to the pool pit Stuck in my ways My mama say that I'm foolish She know that I keep me 2 toolies Swear I'll do it My mama know I'll do it Pull up on yo block shoot a movie I'm shooting shit up like I play with Chris Paul Steady dunking on niggas like I am John wall Tryna take out some shit like my name is Adolph Send a blitz where you stay I make opp niggas move Muse that's my brother we love doing hits Got my wrist in the bowl scrapping dope like it's grits Tryna run up on LooseScrew lil boy that's a risk In the trap tryna get it ima taking these risk In the trap serving junkies they just want a fix More slime then alpo when he took out rich Got enough guns to take out a whole clique Don't want nun less than a glick with a dick Quarterback sneak with a cornerback blitz These niggas toting a gun with no clip I got Loose-screws and hot guns on the ship I got some bloods in here chilling with crips Having more guns than tip Let me find out you niggas like flip Glock in my hand not my hip Let that bitch rip ima hit Been bout my shit since a jit It's time to go plot a new hit Guilty but I'm acting innocent Feel like Marstaller I know ima hypocrite Im shooting shit up we ain't leaving no witness I'm at yo front door like bitch I'm tryna visit I'm shouting the 30 till the whole clip empty Told LooseScrew get the strap I'm feeling like 50 Red head bitch in the trap look like Wendy I told her don't eat off the plate in my kitchen I do a drive by before I get to dissing I earned my stripes off of murder known to kill shit
Writer(s): Muse Savage Hotboy Da Chief Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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