Lyrics

Grah What? Henry Smalls! Baow Big 3OA AMUEDGY Free Shadow Like Pop a perky on the island N---- you not on hots you need to stop walin Fellin' high off opps I'm bout to spazz out Sippin' too much wock I'm bout to Crash out AHHHHH! Empty out the magazine Yeah I'm way too lit that's why they mad at me I've been way too high but I won't crash the v Smokin' all this pack in the back seat Yeah, but this s--- ain't nun 2 me N----- can't be tough I got the gun on me Opps they catch me lackin' but they run from me Honestly that s--- ain't very fun to me Okay, don't run Got the Knocka on me, now you're done Brodie keep clickin' till he empties the I said Brodie keep clickin' till he empties the gun Bad lil b---- told her to shake that s--- I'll do you good that then quake that s--- Hold up be careful, don't break that s--- Oh she wanna s--k me, come take this d--k I'm on hots, bumpin' nonstop Yeah I been buggin' and smokin' on rah That's a lot, in the spot Might f--- around and mix Yellow with Dot Big OGK and I put that on Ewok N----- dissin' my deads and they be shot B---- I'ma hop out and shoot from the treetops I break my broom and then smoke on some G-Pop Might switch it up and then smoke on some Mdot But that ain't the only n----- caught a leg shot FNO Fresh was cryin, never bent blocks Carlos, Leo, Landon, that's a dead shot Can't think of the day that Carlos is a dead opp That's what he gets if he calls me a sped opp And that n---- move look caught a headshot But now it's like he never seen a red dot Talkin' on bro, now it's lit when I see you Lil pause, man this glock gon' eat you Look, I'm tryna spin with this he-hou Look, I gotta stay with this Nina Don't get yo heat up Carlos, be careful, don't get beat up Yo bro, tell the opps I can't meet up Tote Betsy and Nina but I might try a Gina Like in the club, I ain't doin' enough So, I'll be a fool with the Rum Thinking bout getting lil drunk But also bout smokin' some blunts Where the opps at, I'm tryna dump But, I'm in yo b---- in her rump Too much, I might get numb I could never be dissed by Sherman Klump Like in the club, I ain't doing enough So, I'll be a fool with the Rum Thinking bout getting lil drunk But also bout smokin' some blunts She really nasty, where is she from If she an opp, I got my gun Word to the bros, you a bum You caught me lackin' then started to run Okay d---, I think I was a little too disrespectful Never mind, s--- was fire I'm about to get back to the chill s--- (Fellin' high off opps I'm bout to spazz out) (Crash out) Ahh Empty out the magazine Yeah I'm way too lit that's why they mad at me I've been way too high but I won't crash the v Smokin all this pack in the back seat Yeah But this s--- ain't nun 2 me N----- can't be tough I got the gun on me Opps they catch me lackin' but they run from me Honestly that s--- ain't very fun to me That's that oxy, that's that d--- sprite Sippin' Wock, Sippin' Wock Sippin' Wock, Sippin' Wock Sippin' Wock, Sippin' Wock Mmm, mmm Mmm, mmmhmmm I'm out Uhh Baow
Writer(s): Evan Wills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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