Lyrics

(Thanks, Yakree) Legs locking Hit his head, his legs locking Nigga, I see dead bodies (Grrah) Come and pick his ass up Bitch, I see dead bodies New opp, we fire him up We done got that lead poppin' We gon' swing, hit everybody Hit his head, his legs locking (Oh) Kill his ass, remain silent I just want some new bodies (Gone) Pull up banging with my chopper Beat a opp like Red Robin (Grrah, blatt) Get your bitch, she on my cock I just got the head, probably (Grr) We want smoke with everybody Shots fired, his head boppin' One up top, boy, ain't no cocking Dissing gang, you better stop it (Oh) Bitch nigga, mhm Nigga, know we shred shit She gon' let me hit it with my gun in my hand, bitch (Uh, uh) Hope for that dead nigga, told him we ain't sparin' shit He was on the 'net tweaking, that's what got his mans hit (Grrah) I got murder on my mind (Blatt), all I see is red shit (Oh) Last nigga played with me ended up a dead bitch (Gone) Oh, I'm with that gang, ho, I put mud in Faygo I came in this bitch broke and left out with a bankroll (Bankroll) Chopper make him tango, you should be ashamed, bro Your brother died, your bitch ass ain't do shit but get some fame, ho We gon' step on that nigga, I done got my racks bigger We gon' kill everything and plus that nigga in the middle Leave him cold, icicle, bitch, you got the right nigga If I ever see a opp, I'ma pull my trigger (Gone) Come and pick his ass up Bitch, I see dead bodies (Blatt) New opp, we fire him up We done got that lead poppin' (Grrah) We gon' swing, hit everybody Hit his head, his legs locking Kill his ass, remain silent I just want some new bodies (Gone) Pull up banging with my chopper Beat a opp like Red Robin (Gone) Get your bitch, she on my cock I just got the head, probably (Gone) We want smoke with everybody Shots fired, his head boppin' (Grrah, blatt) One up top, boy, ain't no cocking Dissing gang, you better stop it Tell me where that nigga at Bitch, you know we been slidin' We gon' peel a nigga hat like Osama Bin Laden Tell me why you dissing gang, that pussy nigga dick ridin' Boy, you know that shit is tragic, gas him up, he still droppin' Heard a nigga say I'm broke, big bands, I got it Boy, I got this big-ass pole that can't fit in my pocket I like it when she suck it slow, I might as well take her shopping Thought I was a rapper, ran up until I upped the rocket (Blatt) I'ma crash for Leeky, nigga, I'ma crash for Ralo too (Go) Pull up on that boy and up the mag like, "nigga, what it do?" You be talking gangster shit, bro pulled up and shot at you (Brrah) Your pussy ass ran, I'ma up the Drac' and blow for Ku Make a bitch dip
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Jae Lawler, Yakree Yakree Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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