[Intro]
Man look, yeah, yeah
Ha, fuck it up nigga
Yeah, wreck the party fuck it up, take that shit down
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Wreck the club, fuck it up we might just stop the promoter
The AR pistol in my hand, bitch I don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like Sosa
Wreck the party, fuck it up, we got strippers in the section
Bitch I'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes sexting
Like a special ass student, a nigga better not test me
If this nigga do, I swear to god it's getting deadly
A hunnid shots up in the coupe, tryna lay a nigga down
Bitch I'm too hot like moon rock, and you know I run the town
Ain't with all of that talkin', that discussin', I get to bustin'
Yeah that Glock what I'm tuckin', if I up it, I knock his muffin
I got a MAC-11 mac n' cheese
And you know it's lemon squeeze
I ain't gotta think about it, nigga I'ma shoot with ease
When I leave the house, you know that bitch is on my hip
I'ma slam a nigga down, you can call me Shawn Kemp
I'ma shoot out all my hollows, dump the whole clip
Nigga watch yo' fuckin' mouth, 'fore I shoot you in the lip
Bitch I'm stacking all my chips, but I don't fuck with dip
Bitch I love making niggas bleed, but I fuck with Crips
I was hittin' licks, skipping school, I ain't fuck with class
Had the Glock 23 sitting in my bookbag
I'ma up the pistol on my teacher, if I didn't pass
Man fuck school, I'm rich, tell them people kiss my ass
Bitch, I jumped out the Porsche and now we see eleven ducking down
And my niggas wrapping bags, they don't even need a stamp
[?] the judge, and you know I'm making bail
I've been a demon all my life, I think that I belong in hell
Bitch, I'm hotter than lava, pray to the lord so I can prosper
Keep snitchin' man, now I'm hangin' with my shottas
I got some bold ruffians, they be screamin' out "Allah"
Baby Mexico Choppa, make a nigga cha cha
Man look, yeah, yeah
Ha, fuck it up nigga
Yeah, wreck the party fuck it up, take that shit down
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Wreck the club, fuck it up we might just stop the promoter
The AR pistol in my hand, bitch I don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like Sosa
Wreck the party, fuck it up, we got strippers in the section
Bitch I'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes sexting
Like a special ass student, a nigga better not test me
If this nigga do, I swear to god it's getting deadly
A hunnid shots up in the coupe, tryna lay a nigga down
Bitch I'm too hot like moon rock, and you know I run the town
Ain't with all of that talkin', that discussin', I get to bustin'
Yeah that Glock what I'm tuckin', if I up it, I knock his muffin
I got a MAC-11 mac n' cheese
And you know it's lemon squeeze
I ain't gotta think about it, nigga I'ma shoot with ease
When I leave the house, you know that bitch is on my hip
I'ma slam a nigga down, you can call me Shawn Kemp
I'ma shoot out all my hollows, dump the whole clip
Nigga watch yo' fuckin' mouth, 'fore I shoot you in the lip
Bitch I'm stacking all my chips, but I don't fuck with dip
Bitch I love making niggas bleed, but I fuck with Crips
I was hittin' licks, skipping school, I ain't fuck with class
Had the Glock 23 sitting in my bookbag
I'ma up the pistol on my teacher, if I didn't pass
Man fuck school, I'm rich, tell them people kiss my ass
Bitch, I jumped out the Porsche and now we see eleven ducking down
And my niggas wrapping bags, they don't even need a stamp
[?] the judge, and you know I'm making bail
I've been a demon all my life, I think that I belong in hell
Bitch, I'm hotter than lava, pray to the lord so I can prosper
Keep snitchin' man, now I'm hangin' with my shottas
I got some bold ruffians, they be screamin' out "Allah"
Baby Mexico Choppa, make a nigga cha cha
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