Lyrics

Check, jumpin' like two, three Jump, get it up They got to show me pictures of my opps like, who is that man? The same nigga we hopped out on, all black like Batman For all that dissin' Leave that bitch smellin' just like the trash can Bitch, ain't no smilin', I be wylin', they made me a madman Want pressure? Yeah, my nigga down to clear the business I finger fuck the glizzy, plus the stick came wit' some titties The Glock came wit' a dick, who tryna fuck? He in his feelings Since he actin' like a pussy, I'm gon' make sure that he feel it We done hit him sixty times, he got stood over for a minute My nigga slangin' iron and they'll die behind the pain Bitch, I'm throwin' gang signs I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm a menace And I'ma bang behind mine, no back and forth, ain't playin' tennis And I say how to spin the block and he gon' do it like a frisbee And I'm like, damn, bro How the fuck you do that shit without gettin' dizzy? He want beef? We took his pussy ass like we had a job at Wendy's They like to rep on shit, we step on shit, without a bat, tennis The stick gon' tuck, they know it's up, I'm like, who tryna get it? She wanna fuck, I'm like, what's up? Your back, you gotta bend it But that's enough about a slut, let me get back to business Bitch, you bust him up and hit his skull so it's a fact, he finished And that's a murder, bitch, we do some shit they never heard of Bitch, we like to swerve on shit, my 23's they down to murk a bitch I got this dirty stick, fuck Instagram, on some in person shit They shoot, he holdin' steel Ain't on no nervous shit, that murder shit My niggas like to go and take it, they don't work for shit Like a big booty bitch when she naked, bitch, we twerkin' bricks I get the bag, I like to get it fast, like on some urgent shit Cross over, take a shot and drop his ass, some carry urban shit I'm sweatin' hard and I'm scratchin' 'cause I'm on them perky's bitch Ignore the vibe, bitch, stop ballin', lyin', you ain't searchin', bitch You niggas dyin', when we catch you, we been on some lurkin' shit Or get some fuckin' L and nasty bitch wit' your lil' dirty stick Bitch, we be posted by the stop sign, tell these niggas, stop hidin' I hope you clutchin' on your Glock now, 'cause bitch, I got mine Tell these pussy niggas, stop tryin', they playin' shots fired The Draco shot it in the bitch, like boy you are in stock at it I be flexin' out in Texas, bitch, I got the mob ties Fuck that textin', we addressin', we already outside We gon' bless him, wipe his nose and make sure all the snot dry And since that bitch maybe can see me we shoot out the outside We leave his face up on the TV, tell your mama, bye-bye And when it's done and they achieve it, give my guys a high-five We got to drive 'cause bitches greasy, they ain't come from Popeyes They want from me, trigger squeezin', there to make the cops hide They got to show me pictures of my opps like, who is that man? The same nigga we hopped out on, all black like Batman For all that dissin' Leave that bitch smellin' just like the trash can Bitch, ain't no smilin', I be wylin', they made me a madman Want pressure? Yeah, my nigga down to clear the business I finger fuck the glizzy plus the stick came wit' some titties The Glock came wit' a dick, who tryna fuck? He in his feelings Since he actin' like a pussy, I'm gon' make sure that he feel it Make sure that he feel it, yeah (hmm) Make sure that he feel it, yeah (hmm) Make sure that he feel it, yeah (hmm) Make sure that he feel it, yeah (hmm)
Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Jarvis Adams, Daniel Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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