[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
[Verse]
Keep your clothes on, bitch, that pussy not biting
I’m good with this Glock, but beat your ass like I'm Mike Tyson (Bitch)
Ain't goin’ back and forth for the net, I am not typing (Nope)
My Glock don't like girls, she got got a dick, like this bitch dyking
I've been trying to smoke a opp, but these niggas hiding (On gang)
Oh, you miss Mookie? Well meet him in the sky
It's a celebration every time a nigga die
I was lookin' for some Netri, had to settle for some Three-Five
Put your bands up, nigga let's go rack-for-rack
I know the opps sad, they went to funerals back-to-back
Diss on Leek, get your ass turned to a pack
Jumpout dissed on the guys and got his stupid ass smacked
Aye, I'm relaxin' on this beat, ain’t tellin’ no lies
Give your dawg his gun back, nigga that's your bro fire
Your niggas buying jewelry, but my niggas buying more fire
He ain’t goin' home tonight, we'll catch him at his hoe spot (Stupid ass nigga)
How your momma get shot and you won't get in the field (Foolie)
If that don’t make you slide, nigga, I don't know what will (He a bitch)
I heard your dawg got caught tryna do a drill
Fuckin' crash dummy, better hope that he don't fuckin' squeal (Rat)
All these niggas they're my sons, give 'em baby bibs
We the ones got you sneakin', wanna do a drill (On gang)
We got everybody sayin' "Ku" in the 'Ville
I don't fuck with niggas, 'cause these niggas don't keep shit real
Aye, we the ones said "We the opps" and nigga, fuck a deal (Bitch)
Pop this 30 baby, tell me how it make you feel (Dirty 30)
If you don't wanna fuck, you can get up out my crib
Ain't doin' all that talkin', you can leave, that's just what it is
Nigga, you don't want these problems with Whoppa Wit Dat Choppa (Whop)
'Cause bitch, you know we comin' Greenlight and Spinz right behind him (Whop)
Whoppa he be snappin', damn, why nobody signed him? (Whop)
The labels know I'm drillin', all the opps tryna find 'em
Bullets hit a nigga, he can't talk, look like he miming
All these hoes do what I say, but I ain't Simon (No)
Keep it real, we be havin' all the opps crying (Pussy ass nigga)
God, strike me down in this booth if I'm lying
Hold on, real quick, stop the fuckin' beat
I'm slowed up on lean, on this act, this for my nigga Leek
5 years later, niggas still dying 'bout Bink
I hit your baby mama on the S, it was just me and Que'
Aye, she told me pay for that pussy, that's just not me (At all)
I said "I want it on the house", she said "It's not free" (Come on)
I'm tryna hit her with my stick, but this ain't hockey
I'm Whoppa Wit Dat Choppa, but these hands Muhammad Ali (Whop, Whop, Whop)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
[Verse]
Keep your clothes on, bitch, that pussy not biting
I’m good with this Glock, but beat your ass like I'm Mike Tyson (Bitch)
Ain't goin’ back and forth for the net, I am not typing (Nope)
My Glock don't like girls, she got got a dick, like this bitch dyking
I've been trying to smoke a opp, but these niggas hiding (On gang)
Oh, you miss Mookie? Well meet him in the sky
It's a celebration every time a nigga die
I was lookin' for some Netri, had to settle for some Three-Five
Put your bands up, nigga let's go rack-for-rack
I know the opps sad, they went to funerals back-to-back
Diss on Leek, get your ass turned to a pack
Jumpout dissed on the guys and got his stupid ass smacked
Aye, I'm relaxin' on this beat, ain’t tellin’ no lies
Give your dawg his gun back, nigga that's your bro fire
Your niggas buying jewelry, but my niggas buying more fire
He ain’t goin' home tonight, we'll catch him at his hoe spot (Stupid ass nigga)
How your momma get shot and you won't get in the field (Foolie)
If that don’t make you slide, nigga, I don't know what will (He a bitch)
I heard your dawg got caught tryna do a drill
Fuckin' crash dummy, better hope that he don't fuckin' squeal (Rat)
All these niggas they're my sons, give 'em baby bibs
We the ones got you sneakin', wanna do a drill (On gang)
We got everybody sayin' "Ku" in the 'Ville
I don't fuck with niggas, 'cause these niggas don't keep shit real
Aye, we the ones said "We the opps" and nigga, fuck a deal (Bitch)
Pop this 30 baby, tell me how it make you feel (Dirty 30)
If you don't wanna fuck, you can get up out my crib
Ain't doin' all that talkin', you can leave, that's just what it is
Nigga, you don't want these problems with Whoppa Wit Dat Choppa (Whop)
'Cause bitch, you know we comin' Greenlight and Spinz right behind him (Whop)
Whoppa he be snappin', damn, why nobody signed him? (Whop)
The labels know I'm drillin', all the opps tryna find 'em
Bullets hit a nigga, he can't talk, look like he miming
All these hoes do what I say, but I ain't Simon (No)
Keep it real, we be havin' all the opps crying (Pussy ass nigga)
God, strike me down in this booth if I'm lying
Hold on, real quick, stop the fuckin' beat
I'm slowed up on lean, on this act, this for my nigga Leek
5 years later, niggas still dying 'bout Bink
I hit your baby mama on the S, it was just me and Que'
Aye, she told me pay for that pussy, that's just not me (At all)
I said "I want it on the house", she said "It's not free" (Come on)
I'm tryna hit her with my stick, but this ain't hockey
I'm Whoppa Wit Dat Choppa, but these hands Muhammad Ali (Whop, Whop, Whop)
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!