[Intro]
Creep up in that nigga bushes
When he walk out there, put that pole to the nigga dome
Make sure you leave his brains on the door
[Verse 1]
Fifty shots up out this ARP, don't you play with me
And if the nigga say it's up, you know that shit there stay with me
I ain't tryna to meet nowhere, I pull up where you stay on me
Hundred rounds up out this 308 and I was one deep
7.62s detach his body parts, that shit a wrap
Crooked dice, I make a move when I'm shootin' in the trap
He was hotboxin' his whip, pull up, put his head in his lap
Best believe if I said, I meant it, that shit no cap (That shit no cap)
Ayy, yeah, me and the gang, wе thuggin' so hard
We might just catch us a RICO charge
Hundred somеthin' Crips, we up in the party (Crip, Crip, Crip)
You know that we don't give a fuck 'bout the sergeant
Put him on the ground right after we spark him
We can call that a murder garden
Thuggin' too hard, a nigga tried to check me, I said, "I beg your pardon?"
I had the glizzy up in my Ethika drawers, I step back, then I spark him
Shootin' niggas, Ty Lawson
Put a hole in his head like he was a fuckin' dolphin
Gon' make your mama buy a coffin
Told her "stop cryin' 'bout her baby, eat this sausage"
Make her swallow it, gargle it
Hit from the back, I'ma have to fuckin' dog her
Creep up in that nigga bushes
When he walk out there, put that pole to the nigga dome
Make sure you leave his brains on the door
[Verse 1]
Fifty shots up out this ARP, don't you play with me
And if the nigga say it's up, you know that shit there stay with me
I ain't tryna to meet nowhere, I pull up where you stay on me
Hundred rounds up out this 308 and I was one deep
7.62s detach his body parts, that shit a wrap
Crooked dice, I make a move when I'm shootin' in the trap
He was hotboxin' his whip, pull up, put his head in his lap
Best believe if I said, I meant it, that shit no cap (That shit no cap)
Ayy, yeah, me and the gang, wе thuggin' so hard
We might just catch us a RICO charge
Hundred somеthin' Crips, we up in the party (Crip, Crip, Crip)
You know that we don't give a fuck 'bout the sergeant
Put him on the ground right after we spark him
We can call that a murder garden
Thuggin' too hard, a nigga tried to check me, I said, "I beg your pardon?"
I had the glizzy up in my Ethika drawers, I step back, then I spark him
Shootin' niggas, Ty Lawson
Put a hole in his head like he was a fuckin' dolphin
Gon' make your mama buy a coffin
Told her "stop cryin' 'bout her baby, eat this sausage"
Make her swallow it, gargle it
Hit from the back, I'ma have to fuckin' dog her
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