[Intro]
(Spacecoupe, take me to pluto)
Ooga Booga, Deeklok, HL
[Verse]
All they soldiers getting touched, they droppin' back to back
My bitch bad, she come through like 02' Stacey Dash
We done overcooked your man, and wrapped em up in extra glad
Poppin' all that gangster shit and tell don't go out like Jihad
Rief try crawl and get away, they left em by the tires
Grab QRizzy by the legs, they drug em to the hellfire
I could really pop it, we drop shit, and he get shit done
That nigga loafed, he touched his top, that nigga dropped his gun
Neph just dropped a diss, it's Belt2Ass, you Uncle Willy son
WSKev was claimin' LM Gang, we sent him right wit em
Ooga Boo- got boxed in, stuffed pounds in Lowes boxes
They had Reek12 stuck inside my crib, he still ain't got up out it
And we known for crackin' noggins, just ask Saany bout McDonald's
Caught Ooga walking out that job, and left his face red like he Ronald
About my brother back, they play they right or wrong, without a problem
And free BandUp, been a minute since I seen you swing the choppa
I done put them pounds on a plane, skippin' different states
I'm walking right past TSA, they check my luggage weight
How the fuck I bust a 20 play, I'm in another state
Stuffin' shit in canned goods, and send them out in fuckin' crates
The perkys got me up, I'm leanin' off the fuckin' drank
If I catch him with them glasses, Imma take them off his fuckin' face
Deeklok was at the YMCA, and he couldn't get away
Young boul from the back block got chased down, you can't forget bout Ye
And I just got a nigga touched, killers do what I say
They droppin' back to back on that side, them niggas feel our pain
Everbody knows Sidney got fried on his couch playin' the game
(Spacecoupe, take me to pluto)
Ooga Booga, Deeklok, HL
[Verse]
All they soldiers getting touched, they droppin' back to back
My bitch bad, she come through like 02' Stacey Dash
We done overcooked your man, and wrapped em up in extra glad
Poppin' all that gangster shit and tell don't go out like Jihad
Rief try crawl and get away, they left em by the tires
Grab QRizzy by the legs, they drug em to the hellfire
I could really pop it, we drop shit, and he get shit done
That nigga loafed, he touched his top, that nigga dropped his gun
Neph just dropped a diss, it's Belt2Ass, you Uncle Willy son
WSKev was claimin' LM Gang, we sent him right wit em
Ooga Boo- got boxed in, stuffed pounds in Lowes boxes
They had Reek12 stuck inside my crib, he still ain't got up out it
And we known for crackin' noggins, just ask Saany bout McDonald's
Caught Ooga walking out that job, and left his face red like he Ronald
About my brother back, they play they right or wrong, without a problem
And free BandUp, been a minute since I seen you swing the choppa
I done put them pounds on a plane, skippin' different states
I'm walking right past TSA, they check my luggage weight
How the fuck I bust a 20 play, I'm in another state
Stuffin' shit in canned goods, and send them out in fuckin' crates
The perkys got me up, I'm leanin' off the fuckin' drank
If I catch him with them glasses, Imma take them off his fuckin' face
Deeklok was at the YMCA, and he couldn't get away
Young boul from the back block got chased down, you can't forget bout Ye
And I just got a nigga touched, killers do what I say
They droppin' back to back on that side, them niggas feel our pain
Everbody knows Sidney got fried on his couch playin' the game
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