Lyrics

Hit the club with your bitch in my section Send me a addy I'll drop her back off when I'm done with the sexin Glock 26 witta beam the bullets go right to your direction Slumber Not SNBTG paradise that's where my niggas is resting Wish they were here to see all my progression Swing the pack you know I get it sold The 223 bullets ripping through his stomach like the reaper snatchin his soul 'Fore it happen to you better get you a pole See I'm up they like "suave what happened?" Bitch I came up off of juggin and trappin Imma young nigga that's really havin It ain't a eighth in your blunt the don't pass it Off the tris and the za got me bussin look And the grabba that shit really punchin Got your bitch on my live really crushin look Tryna throw the neck in yeah the suction Hit the club with your bitch in my section Send me a addy I'll drop her back off when I'm done with the sexin Glock 26 witta beam the bullets go right to your direction (Boom) Slumber Not SNBTG paradise that's where my niggas is resting Wish they were here to see all my progression
Writer(s): Gene Clemetson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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