[Intro]
Shhmody
[Chorus]
50 something shots out a MP, uh
Keep on shooting till I'm empty, uh
Bitch automatic Glock not a semi, uh
Keep shooting till the cops or a enemy come
We know every nigga dying it be somebody son
When a fuck nigga die ain't no sympathy for 'em
Pop out empty the drum, empty the drum
[Verse]
Niggas don't got no guns but they wanna go war?
The fuck is you doing that for?
45 on the side of me I call 'em Al Gore
Niggas be broke as fuck and they stay unemployed
It ain't my fault you niggas got parents that don't love you
If I was yo' daddy I wouldn't trust you
If I was yo' mama I wouldn't hug you
It's crazy that yo' bitch'll still fuck you
It's crazy I doubled my money up
I still ain't satisfied I need them big pockets
But look in my pocket a big rocket
If I was to cock it I would pop it
If you was to hold it you would drop it
If you was to tote it I would take it, if you was to takе it to that
Then my niggas'll pull up all black with them red lasеrs
Ayy, blowing that bitch at yo' head taper
Take all the money and bring me the head later
Just got the text that's confirming his death
Yeah I think I might go get some head later
Smoking on gas like a meth taker
Wood got me coughing don't pull out no damn papers
What he got up in that Bape coat?
Big black Tec yeah, I call it the breath taker
Shhmody
[Chorus]
50 something shots out a MP, uh
Keep on shooting till I'm empty, uh
Bitch automatic Glock not a semi, uh
Keep shooting till the cops or a enemy come
We know every nigga dying it be somebody son
When a fuck nigga die ain't no sympathy for 'em
Pop out empty the drum, empty the drum
[Verse]
Niggas don't got no guns but they wanna go war?
The fuck is you doing that for?
45 on the side of me I call 'em Al Gore
Niggas be broke as fuck and they stay unemployed
It ain't my fault you niggas got parents that don't love you
If I was yo' daddy I wouldn't trust you
If I was yo' mama I wouldn't hug you
It's crazy that yo' bitch'll still fuck you
It's crazy I doubled my money up
I still ain't satisfied I need them big pockets
But look in my pocket a big rocket
If I was to cock it I would pop it
If you was to hold it you would drop it
If you was to tote it I would take it, if you was to takе it to that
Then my niggas'll pull up all black with them red lasеrs
Ayy, blowing that bitch at yo' head taper
Take all the money and bring me the head later
Just got the text that's confirming his death
Yeah I think I might go get some head later
Smoking on gas like a meth taker
Wood got me coughing don't pull out no damn papers
What he got up in that Bape coat?
Big black Tec yeah, I call it the breath taker
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