Lyrics

(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) Two chains shorty (Shorty) .45 on my hip Let it bang shorty (Glock) That's my gang shorty (Pop) I'm in my lane shorty You don't want no money but fame, shorty (What?) You gotta be lying shorty, shit, you lying now All that ice around my neck, shit might get you knocked out Ridin' through the city without no problem 'cause I'm a big dog (Big dog) Sippin' on this drank, nigga You know my shit be too raw (Red, red, red) All my opps dead, nigga, fuck them nigga They in the grave now (Fuck them niggas) Backwood shorty, roll 'em up shorty Extendo gang shorty, put thirty in my forty (Thirty) .38 special, nigga, yeah, that problem solver Yeen ain't looking at no goon Nigga, I'm the top shotter (Top shotter) Two gun gang here, yeah We gangbanging (Murder gang) Slaughter gang, PDE We still gun slangin' (Slaughter gang) .45 on TC, he might just pop your face (Pop your face) It can be broad day nigga (Broad day) Find out where you lay nigga (Where?) Hundred racks on just Kobe He gon' beat that case nigga (Beat that case) Thinking that this shit gon' be sweet You gon' meet your maker nigga (Meet your maker) Ride with me (Ride), hundred round semi (Hunnid) Hellcat, you hear me (Vroom), this bitch got big titties You know she got big titties (21) I keep three, four hoes with me (21) Ridin' through my hood, nigga You better keep your blicky (Yeah) Nigga, I love that gun sound .45 spray your block down They know we don't play around I just hit a hunnit round Perc 30 got me tripping now All YG, got me dripping now Looking for your bitch Man, your bitch, she at the slaughterhouse Four, five of my niggas They'll put some dick up in her mouth Run up on H-dog, nigga knowing I'ma pull it out Two chains shorty (Shorty) .45 on my hip, let it bang shorty (Glock) That's my gang shorty (Pop) I'm in my lane shorty You don't want no money but fame, shorty (What?) You gotta be lying shorty, shit, you lying now All that ice around my neck, shit might get you knocked out Ridin' through the city without no problem 'cause I'm a big dog (Big dog) Sippin' on this drank, nigga You know my shit be too raw (Red, red) All my opps dead, nigga, fuck them nigga They in the grave now (Fuck them niggas) Backwood shorty, roll 'em up shorty (Roll 'em) Extendo gang shorty, put thirty in my forty (Thirty) .38 special, nigga Yeah, that problem solver (Problem solver) Yeen ain't looking at no goon, nigga I'm the top shotter Handle this shit for Harold Harold got kids to take care of Harold don't give a fuck about no He don't give a fuck! As long as that shit put money in your pocket, bro, that shit good At the end of the day, you know who Harold is You know Harold ain't goin' for none of that bullshit I don't give a fuck what a nigga talm'bout Harold been straight regardless Let it bang shorty, that's my gang shorty
Writer(s): Harold Glenn, Leland Wayne, Mark Phils Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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