Get the f*ck out of my door
Why my pistol on the floor
We pop tens, No need more
You spend bands, Ok sure
And i'm chillin with your hore
We gon beat you to your core
Spent these racks and I need more
We gon f*cking kick that door
We gon shoot high score
Why you saying bye for
We walk out the Louie store
Ima shoot you on the ground
This choppa don't make no sound
Ima waist a hunnid rounds
We gon go all around
Put you in that dog pound
You a bitch, You get clowned
You not gon come around
Ima wait for you up now
You pull up what's up now
And I got my blicky tucked now
What the f*ck is up now
Bitch you say you gon pull up now
Where the f*ck you f*cking at
Me and my boys we poppin tags
How you do it like that
Let's go hop, in a scat
Bitch I pour me up two cups
This shit not a shoot up
X with that boot up
We about to loot up
Get the f*ck out of my door
Why my pistol on the floor
We pop tens no need more
You spend bands ok sure
And i'm chillin with your hore
We gon beat you to your core
Spent these racks and i need more
We gon f*cking kick that door
We gon shoot high score
Why you saying bye for
We walk out the Louie store
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Get the f*ck out of my door
Why my pistol on the floor
We pop tens, No need more
You spend bands, Ok sure
And i'm chillin with your hore
We gon beat you to your core
Spent these racks and I need more
We gon f*cking kick that door
We gon shoot high score
Why you saying bye for
We walk out the Louie store
Ima shoot you on the ground
This choppa don't make no sound
Ima waist a hunnid rounds
We gon go all around
Put you in that dog pound
You a bitch, You get clowned
You not gon come around
Ima wait for you up now
You pull up what's up now
And I got my blicky tucked now
What the f*ck is up now
Bitch you say you gon pull up now
Where the f*ck you f*cking at
Me and my boys we poppin tags
How you do it like that
Let's go hop, in a scat
Bitch I pour me up two cups
This shit not a shoot up
X with that boot up
We about to loot up
Get the f*ck out of my door
Why my pistol on the floor
We pop tens no need more
You spend bands ok sure
And i'm chillin with your hore
We gon beat you to your core
Spent these racks and i need more
We gon f*cking kick that door
We gon shoot high score
Why you saying bye for
We walk out the Louie store
Why my pistol on the floor
We pop tens, No need more
You spend bands, Ok sure
And i'm chillin with your hore
We gon beat you to your core
Spent these racks and I need more
We gon f*cking kick that door
We gon shoot high score
Why you saying bye for
We walk out the Louie store
Ima shoot you on the ground
This choppa don't make no sound
Ima waist a hunnid rounds
We gon go all around
Put you in that dog pound
You a bitch, You get clowned
You not gon come around
Ima wait for you up now
You pull up what's up now
And I got my blicky tucked now
What the f*ck is up now
Bitch you say you gon pull up now
Where the f*ck you f*cking at
Me and my boys we poppin tags
How you do it like that
Let's go hop, in a scat
Bitch I pour me up two cups
This shit not a shoot up
X with that boot up
We about to loot up
Get the f*ck out of my door
Why my pistol on the floor
We pop tens no need more
You spend bands ok sure
And i'm chillin with your hore
We gon beat you to your core
Spent these racks and i need more
We gon f*cking kick that door
We gon shoot high score
Why you saying bye for
We walk out the Louie store
Writer: Adrian Arriaga
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid