Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arthur Epps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marcus Slade
Producer
Lyrics
Look bitch i carry them weapons all type of them shits
Got glocks all type of them shits fn on the side of the hip
Red dot right on top of that bitch, so when i blow this lil bitch i won't miss
Them hollows gone rip thru your shit she a thot yea she hoeing and shit showing love
She gonna blow you a kiss!
She a thot she gonna blow you a kiss all the hoes that i got they don't miss
What they want them bitches gonna get she be lurking she walking the strip
Thirty shot all you niggas could get it, and she always on point like a pivot
When she talking niggas better listen or end up in one of them ditches
What I'm saying is niggas ain't playin' act up and i'm shooting and spraying
Do his body like batter i bake him John wic when i up it and aim it
Fuck a vest tryna leave that boy brainless left his lil ass shivering shaking
Doa that boy ain't gonna make it
Full of holes for thinking he gangster
Boy i walk around with them cannons, but knowing the glocks could manage
The g on my chest yeah is branded, knowing the opps can't stand me
So when i pull up don't panic, got that boy stuck where he standing
Headshot he posing for cameras now he famous he on a bandana
Bitch i carry them weapons all type of them shits
Got glocks all type of them shits fn on the side of the hip
Red dot right on top of that bitch so when i blow this lil bitch i won't miss
Them hollows gone rip thru your shit she a thot yea she hoeing and shit showing love
She gonna blow you a kiss!
Bitch i carry them weapons all type of them shits
Got glocks all type of them shits fn on the side of the hip
Red dot right on top of that bitch so when i blow this lil bitch i won't miss
Them hollows gone rip thru your shit she a thot yea she hoeing and shit showing love
She gonna blow you a kiss!
She pull up she gonna act like she missed you, when is on to the next she dismiss you
She a real bitch yea she handle her issues, an when drama arrive she bringing her Friends too
One of them bitches named nine one of them bitches named deuce
And if i make one of them calls them bitches they know what to do
They bully the hood they can't stand them, got all these niggas in panic
Baby Dee when she up it they scrambling, Reggie bush how they up it and ran it
Track star had him running a forty ain't no more smoke man this shit getting boring
All my bitches they love and adore me, is a problem i call on my shorties
Yea niggas see me all up in the streets now they Ghandi they keeping the peace
Mlk now these boys wanna preach cause I'm leaving these niggas deceased
Pat riley bitch i carry that heat came thru niggas block an they leaving
Niggas looking all scared when they seen him sending niggas souls up meet jesus
Bitch i carry them weapons all type of them shits
Got glocks all type of them shits fn on the side of the hip
Red dot right on top of that bitch so when i blow this lil bitch i won't miss
Them hollows gone rip thru your shit she a thot yea she hoeing and shit showing love
She gonna blow you a kiss!
Bitch i carry them weapons all type of them shits
Got glocks all type of them shits fn on the side of the hip
Red dot right on top of that bitch so when i blow this lil bitch i won't miss
Them hollows gone rip thru your shit she a thot yea she hoeing and shit showing love
She gonna blow you a kiss!
Writer(s): Arthur Epps
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