[Verse]
I said, whoa, go wash the leaf off with some fuckin' water
Bih' tell ya dead folks and I'm sorry, I'm tryna fuck your daughter
And this bitch really, really hoe, ever fuck a bitch, ever ran a martyr?
I swear the Glock got a mind of its own, motherfucka done got smarter
I swear this muhfucka' buss when i tell it to
Yeah, fuck nigga, we breakin' hella rules
Hang with the mobb, that's what I'm used to
Doin' that job, hm, loose screw
Yeah, it's cold outside, igloo
I'ma wipe that boy nose, no tissue
And drop a dime on a opp, no pencil
I catch a opp, show his ass my pistol
I wanna be famous, famous, I'd just do that
Shit, I'd just bust shots, I'd just screw that
We up at that boy, nigga, he's a bully
Play with thеm rules, nigga, for that fully
Put a price on his head, nigga, likе a mullet
Gotta fix the Glock sight, nigga, this bitch crooked
I'ma shoot just like Johnny Green, but not no rookie
Ain't no opp comin' to this block, nigga, 'cause they pussy
[Verse 2]
Boy, this Glock ate his ass, he gushing
I ain't got no love for no nigga, walk with a Glock named 'Tilda Matilda'
Nigga told the sky 9, nigga put his trust in the caterpillars
BabyLife Demon, Nigga, I would kill a nigga, I'm a villain
Kilo so gone, when a nigga laughin' at me, and nigga lookin' at the ceiling
Mm, I'm finna blow up, you ain't never felt that feeling
Mm, nigga I'm finna pour up, wok in my fucking system
Nigga call Spaz to get 'em, I'm for sure gon' blitz 'em
Nigga wanna have a shoot-out at my fuckin' show, gotta pay that ticket first
Nigga you broke nigga, all my opps broke, can't even get in
When I was young, get in where I fit in
Designer bag on my waist, but this hoe fitted
Shrooms in my system, and this shit trippy, hm
I fucked two bitches back to back, just like a count up
Just got a rack on rack, nigga ain't stoppin'
Fake ass friend of mine, feel yall back stabbin'
Caught a pack on me, feel the damn weight, nigga I'm not braggin'
I'm on the winnin' side, we ain't never lost
I lost a couple brothers to the chain, dawg
Mm, niggas be snitching, play ya cards right
Pull out that fye, I won't fist fight
Somebody get popped, soon as they get right
I love to feel good, hop up on that mic
Locked up in the slums, nigga had no life
I said, whoa, go wash the leaf off with some fuckin' water
Bih' tell ya dead folks and I'm sorry, I'm tryna fuck your daughter
And this bitch really, really hoe, ever fuck a bitch, ever ran a martyr?
I swear the Glock got a mind of its own, motherfucka done got smarter
I swear this muhfucka' buss when i tell it to
Yeah, fuck nigga, we breakin' hella rules
Hang with the mobb, that's what I'm used to
Doin' that job, hm, loose screw
Yeah, it's cold outside, igloo
I'ma wipe that boy nose, no tissue
And drop a dime on a opp, no pencil
I catch a opp, show his ass my pistol
I wanna be famous, famous, I'd just do that
Shit, I'd just bust shots, I'd just screw that
We up at that boy, nigga, he's a bully
Play with thеm rules, nigga, for that fully
Put a price on his head, nigga, likе a mullet
Gotta fix the Glock sight, nigga, this bitch crooked
I'ma shoot just like Johnny Green, but not no rookie
Ain't no opp comin' to this block, nigga, 'cause they pussy
[Verse 2]
Boy, this Glock ate his ass, he gushing
I ain't got no love for no nigga, walk with a Glock named 'Tilda Matilda'
Nigga told the sky 9, nigga put his trust in the caterpillars
BabyLife Demon, Nigga, I would kill a nigga, I'm a villain
Kilo so gone, when a nigga laughin' at me, and nigga lookin' at the ceiling
Mm, I'm finna blow up, you ain't never felt that feeling
Mm, nigga I'm finna pour up, wok in my fucking system
Nigga call Spaz to get 'em, I'm for sure gon' blitz 'em
Nigga wanna have a shoot-out at my fuckin' show, gotta pay that ticket first
Nigga you broke nigga, all my opps broke, can't even get in
When I was young, get in where I fit in
Designer bag on my waist, but this hoe fitted
Shrooms in my system, and this shit trippy, hm
I fucked two bitches back to back, just like a count up
Just got a rack on rack, nigga ain't stoppin'
Fake ass friend of mine, feel yall back stabbin'
Caught a pack on me, feel the damn weight, nigga I'm not braggin'
I'm on the winnin' side, we ain't never lost
I lost a couple brothers to the chain, dawg
Mm, niggas be snitching, play ya cards right
Pull out that fye, I won't fist fight
Somebody get popped, soon as they get right
I love to feel good, hop up on that mic
Locked up in the slums, nigga had no life
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