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Nick Polito
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Lyrics
Aye aye aye
One more shit she hold on my dick
Your bitch on my all on my dick
Your bitch suck she she tug on my stick
She open her mouth she suck on my dick
She throw a fit but can't choose one
How the fuck you gon trip if you aint doing nuthin
Keep a mac up on my hip I might boot it up
She said wave you the shit will you toot it up
Linin up the target knock em over like a sippy cup
Sittin in a fisker I don't shift it i don't gas it up
I could hit your sister then I pass it like I lit the blunt
Smoking on a pack cause them twins like double dutch
Boy your shit nast like some mother fucking sack lunch
Pullin out the mac no mother fucking pack punch
You could catch static mother fucker make me act up
Cause i been making bands now a mother fucker racked up
I slide with that chopper get clappin
Shorty gon be double ass throwing back up
She put it down
I pick it back up
Officer down
He needed back up
He think he cool
Shut the fuck up
I got that gun on me he gon get fucked up
I got a blade on me get getting cut up
Bullet gon swat at a boy like a nunchuck
Two nunchucks but i do not give two fucks
He was talkin shit but i know that its just the hoopla
Dude what
Why you always saying too much
Shut the fuck up or you gettin swept like a roomba
I ain't really bout the talking i just wanna get it poppin
And i only switched to rappin cause i ran up out of options
And i started with the product so i guess that there ain't stoppin it
Ben j been k yeah they really jockin it
First ten months yeah i started a hockey stick
Know that you on when they off when you droppin shit
Liquid hydrogen shorty sit up in the rocketship
Counting so much green that its sucking up the oxygen
Yeah i racked up so i seen fair weather
And my old team changed but i think i fare better
You could sing a sad song or go write love letters
But for me imma stick to the bag mayweather
Glock on my side that nigga talkin he gon die
And i'm up in the sky just like a pelican im fly
And a bullet on sight i put it right between his eyes
And he think we all nice because my nigga finna slide
Im ballin im ballin im shooting like curry
Juggin a pack i get that in a hurry
Flashbang wrist make her vision go blurry
Heard he a pussy so i am not worried
That bitch suckin me up like she kirby
I got a bitch bad curvy
Wait let me switch up
Pussy nigga bitched up
Hollow tips hit on that boy when they get up
Bullets they burn up his core like a sit up
I got that pack in the bag that you zip up
Feel like a cop the way i hold the stick up
Call him a candle the way he get lit up
Lit up
You get bust from your fit to your lip up
Empty your pockets like boy this a stick up
I'm a top shotter and you just a bricker
How i make a squad of two a militia
This and goodbye shorty blowing me kisses
Get to my bag and I stick to my business
You aint with the hits if you weren't with the misses
Those words on my phone yeah i read like who is this
Writer(s): Aaron Brandford, Wave Hi
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