[Intro]
You know what we on
You know what we on (NLE Top Shotta Got Bombs Like Al-Qaeda)
You know what we on
Aye, aye
[Verse]
Ayy, We can't let up off a man, we gotta get the last word
We bent the block and made it hot, I made him drop right on the curb
I kicked the thot right out the spot, 'cause I said she got on my nerves
Man if she just for the birds are you
Ayy, Ayy, ayy, many men
Two Glocks and four choppas ridin' in a minivan
This Draco I got it from Russia, it's a immigrant
Twelve shots out the MAC, put 'em all in his back
I call that choppa rant
Ay, we slam like Shaq, so a nigga don't panic
35, Kevin Durant
Ayy, Pass that stick, we pop it
If I hop out the car, it's a body
Lil' nigga I don't need no molly
I'm already out my body
I might smoke a lil' biscotti
You ain't gon' shoot shit like Scotty
Shoot the opps like I'm really off molly
Killin' every day, nigga it's a hobby
Womp, womp
Drugs got me slump slump
Birds in my trunk trunk
Pull up, we gon' dump dump
Shoot him or not
Do you wanna die?
Askin' me, "Is you gon' kill 'em or not?"
Break out the clock, watch how I talk
Bet we leave 'em dead at 12 on the dot
We go on kill streaks
Seven days of the week, ain't no peace
Make sure you feel me
Blow the whole house down, it ain't no sleep
Murda increasin', you decreasin'
We creepin' 'til you diseased
Pull in yo' street, we just too deep with heats, we havin' meet and greets
Pack, touchdown, now I'm in route
Trapped out in the van, no blood count
The cat go me-me-me-meow
Put it all, put it all in her mouth
Ask her, do she wanna go downtown
Oops, I mean to say down south
She just scream my name so loud
The neighbors had to turn her down
You know what we on
You know what we on (NLE Top Shotta Got Bombs Like Al-Qaeda)
You know what we on
Aye, aye
[Verse]
Ayy, We can't let up off a man, we gotta get the last word
We bent the block and made it hot, I made him drop right on the curb
I kicked the thot right out the spot, 'cause I said she got on my nerves
Man if she just for the birds are you
Ayy, Ayy, ayy, many men
Two Glocks and four choppas ridin' in a minivan
This Draco I got it from Russia, it's a immigrant
Twelve shots out the MAC, put 'em all in his back
I call that choppa rant
Ay, we slam like Shaq, so a nigga don't panic
35, Kevin Durant
Ayy, Pass that stick, we pop it
If I hop out the car, it's a body
Lil' nigga I don't need no molly
I'm already out my body
I might smoke a lil' biscotti
You ain't gon' shoot shit like Scotty
Shoot the opps like I'm really off molly
Killin' every day, nigga it's a hobby
Womp, womp
Drugs got me slump slump
Birds in my trunk trunk
Pull up, we gon' dump dump
Shoot him or not
Do you wanna die?
Askin' me, "Is you gon' kill 'em or not?"
Break out the clock, watch how I talk
Bet we leave 'em dead at 12 on the dot
We go on kill streaks
Seven days of the week, ain't no peace
Make sure you feel me
Blow the whole house down, it ain't no sleep
Murda increasin', you decreasin'
We creepin' 'til you diseased
Pull in yo' street, we just too deep with heats, we havin' meet and greets
Pack, touchdown, now I'm in route
Trapped out in the van, no blood count
The cat go me-me-me-meow
Put it all, put it all in her mouth
Ask her, do she wanna go downtown
Oops, I mean to say down south
She just scream my name so loud
The neighbors had to turn her down
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