Lyrics

Yeah Shit go brazy This shit go brazy brazy, heh This shit go crazy Tri heart go hard Yeah, lets go I got my hand on my gun point action nigga dont want no smoke Got too many funny nigga's come around These nigga's some clown's These nigga's some jokes uh I think that the circus been out of season for a while These nigga's clown's, some of them goofy Nigga's frown crack a smile uh(yeah yeah) Nigga don't play with action yeah I don't go fuck with no ratchet yeah Most of these nigga's be capping yeah I beat yo bitch in the backseat yeah I fuck her and fuck around I kick her out then make her get a taxi Shawty gone come around again real flashy Bitches fake it's fucking plastic My money real, its elastic Yeah I'm money hungry not full I'm famished I'm in the cut I don't need no bandage The nigga want smoke I get him vanished Red dot hit him yeah Red dot hit him make a fuck nigga get on I'm with gang we scam we don't play with pion's I'm on game on shit you don't play what we on(let's go let's go let's go) Listen here all my peer's you gone here me ahh Like Houdini reappear in yo fucking lawn I can spell this shit from A to Z just like I'm Baby Tron I told these nigga's not to play with me it is fucking on Shuffle the cards I don't play that deck How many slime's on board on deck Pussy boy want all the shit he wack Choppa tote choppa way When I got my hand on my gun I'm gonna act up I'm the life of the party I'm pouring the act up Red dot to start it Off of the molly I beg my pardon Talk my shit just kidding I farted I'm off the earth I damn near departed Smoking on earth and It got me retarted Ah shit damn look what I started All of this ice on me sink where my heart is I will not play nice I'm too cold hearted You gone have to play yo part Yeah Bitch I know you see me I'm blasting the tec This semi automatic came with a pet Two twin Glock's they came in a pack I see opp's I pray they lack Shoot that pussy boy Now he lying on the floor I'm gone put him on the news I'm gone send him to the lord uh Little as bitch you can suck my dick(whoa) To these hating ass nigga's you can eat this clip Scratch that nigga you can eat this dick too I beat up the beat like I'm in a cartoon Swerve the lot swerve the car too Car go fast shit go vroom vroom(Skrr skrr skrr) Cargo fat this shit yo doom yeah yeah yeah Is it fact's or what Nigga's hang around with these killers Is it cap or what Nigga's think they really with it Lacking ahh Why they- why they lack so much(I don't even know why they lack so much) I'm not with all the fuck shit Pull up to the party I'll air out the function Lose yo shit uh lose assumptions I'm on loser shit but I don't play for nothing I stay strapped up I ain't worried bout nutting Tell a hater back off why you hate for what Sticky tucked choppa hit you in yo gut We not playing with anyone Hold on wait let me get my gun We not just playing with anyone I got all the opp's in my radar we gone shoot em once Only gotta say this shit one time I'll say it once Yeah yeah yeah bah
Writer(s): Corey Nichols Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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