A.N.G.B KD - Dirty Thot (feat. Quincyupnxt) Lyrics

I just f*cked this bitch from the back She ain't got no BBL, but it's still fat
Ooh, new car, I'm ridin' in a Maybach I spot a opp, I'ma flip his hat
Ooh, that's a dirty hoe, so I can't f*ck her raw
He thought that shit was Kool-Aid, blood drippin' like sauce
I want this nigga dead, how much that shit gon' cost
Huh? How much that shit gon' cost
Bitch, we gon slide fill his ass with led Oh, there he go let them bullets spread
A hundred shots, we gon' put him in his f*ckin' head
F*ck around, we gon' leave his ass f*ckin' dead
Innie, Minnie, Miney, Moe, Pick him, leave a tag on his toe
F*ck his bitch, damn, this shit was crazy, she know how to blow
Might as well call this shit cocaine, cause we gon' wipe his nose
I just got a drop on a opp, we knockin' on his door
Yeah, we knockin' on the nigga door, we finna put him on Fox
I got the nigga gone' for a quick look, ten bands
But we not finna talk on no bodies cause I got to stay quiet
I'm like a hit man, I'll be quick to (shh)
Yeah, I'll be quick to shut a nigga up, yes, I be in them feilds
Yes, I be in them feilds, but I'm not a f*ckin' football player
We just caught off and I put the nigga on Fox News
I hope God forgive me for my sins, I know I been sinnin
I be tryin' to be a change man, but I got to change that motion
What I look like, bein' a f*ckin' bum nigga
Alright, we done
(Nah I lied, f*ck you talking about)
Ooh, the Beat switched, hold up
Ayy, this bitch is a fan of me, she tryna f*ck on me
I catch a opp and I'm gon' blow
And I'ma leave his ass deceased head shot
Hit his ass, let off, one, two, three
Slide again, we gon' pop out like a f*ckin' bumblebee
Bitch, you gon' need a f*ckin' addy if you tryin' to beef with me
Cause one thing I'ma do, I'ma leave him D.I.E
And they call us A.N.G.B. cause we the reason niggas bleed
We just got a drop on a nigga so you know we be on go
Bitch, it's seven niggas dead, with only two shooters tho
Hellcats, SRT's, I'ma put this shit in mode
(Cracked his head like a egg)
Nah, I cracked it like a cone, nigga, we outside your crib
So just tell me what you gon' do, don't give a f*ck about who you with
You gon' die before you shoot, got to blicking at his ass
Now he playin' Duck, Duck, Goose, bitch, I came straight out the rock
So all my niggas know it's scoom
We scoom his ass, we get back in that mode, we in that mode again
They like Quincy, don't do it to these boys, they ain't even worth shit
You right, but I'm still finna let them hollows hit his mouth top
I bet you a pussy nigga won't talk about me a f*ckin' gain
They always got something to say on the net, but be quiet in real life
I swear these niggas just be fans, they be dick riding on the net
Niggas just want attention, I think they girls, them niggas bitchy as hell