Lyrics

When I got the brick, the shit was looking funny I had to rock it up How you let that bih tell you she sleeping but she here topping us? AK on my back and that revolver in my sock tucked He fresh off a body, that new Molly had 'em locking up Blick up to your dome, you better gon head put that lil' shit up Thought I wasn't gon spin for that? When shit die out, we drill shit up Know we built for this shit but this shit might not be built for us Say you smoking that shit but that shit might now be kill to us Pockets 'bout to bust, bitch I'm snappin' Rubberbands Once I get the ups, bullets fly like Peter Pan Pralines and cream coupe, the inside pecan Hella Glocks and Beams too, we looking for revenge I was gon' wait till shit die out but fuck that shit, I'm ready They want that G shit I'ma give it to 'em, I feel like webbie They rap that street shit but they don't wanna do it when shit get messy Can't swim in that deep end, I need my bread 'cause When I got the brick, the shit was looking funny I had to rock it up How you let that bih tell you she sleeping but she here topping us? AK on my back and that revolver in my sock tucked He fresh off a body, that new Molly had 'em locking up
Writer(s): Gabriel Guerra, Mario Torres, Charles Yobe Go Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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