Lyrics
That 38 come wit a DOT
If i reach for that can then
You know im gon' POP
D-E send yo ass to the DOC
I be sippin on wok wit that Sack in my sock
Crack like a lock we got gas like a lot
I be flippin them packs pick up wraps
They at posh foe nem step on
The gas on our ass it's
The cops and We cannot pull over
Cuz we all got Glocks
Them shots hit yo function they runnin out
Need a strap at least one if im comin out
I need gas i need Something to calm me down
Hit it on tour tell yo
Whore to stop callin now
They thought i was flexin im ballin now
I get cards and my checks they all comin now
My niggas want smoke ain't no talkin out
I tell my foe be like debo and stall em out
They be like foe what the
Fuck is you talkin bout?
Ain't no mercy for pussies we mark em out
A nigga on deck then im sharkin out
I pull that larkin yo organs start fallin out
Said a nigga want smoke
What he talkin' 'bout?
Said a nigga want smoke
What he talkin' 'bout?
Said a nigga want smoke
What he talkin' 'bout?
Said a nigga want smoke
Fuck he's talkin' 'bout?
Aye im runnin around wit that K
On yo block sweepin shit up like a rake
We shoot a opp in the face
Wait til his funeral shoot up the wake, aye
Bullets always penetrate
So when that nigga died he
Took that to the grave, bitch
I gotta go i can't stay it's way too much
To do don't got time of the day
Them niggas be plottin they
Talkin bout wackin me
Im finna pull up no gravity
I was in her mouth like a cavity
I don't want date just the face
So she mad at me
Your bitch tryna catch me like tackling but I
Just step back - blow like a tragedy
Why all this violence keep
Happening? Thats cuz
These niggas who keep coming after me
Put that bitch on the corner it's trafficking
Catch me in traffic a Wood in my company
That gun wit me too when it come wit me
If You try takin me that mean you come wit me
Can't hang wit me my niggas stunt wit me
You can't bang on me Pussy
Can't front on me
These niggas act gangsta and shit
But the Real ones
Is dead i make you what you wanna be
Killing anything you put in front of me her
Pussy drippin that shit it was funneling
He droppin the ball like he fumbling diamonds
Is black and yellow like a bumblebee
WRITERS
Zotiyac, Evan Hurst, Caleb Parker
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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