Choppa with extended ammunition
Young nigga pullup, saucing, man where the f*cking tissue?
Heard through the grapevine, that you want a feature?
I can't do a 16, for less than 250
If I tell the gang to get you, they gone pop you like a pimple
The coupe black and red like a dirty Shirley Temple
F*ck 12, they always tryna give a nigga tickets
I remember I was broke my money shorter than a midget
If I get it, ima tell you pussy niggas its getting splitted with the gang cause we gifted
VDUB and its lifted
They say I'm gifted with the lyrics
Cause I got the party lifted and shawty pussy liquid, Aquafina
I swear the grass turned out greener (OnG, I swear)
I swear the grass turned out greener
Grass turned greener, Ima stride like a cheetah, Ima kick it like Fifa, Ima eat it like pizza
Pullup on Keisha, and she dressed in Indi-Easter
White suit and its looking so good out the coupe
Ima go suck on the pussy
And it taste so good
And it sweet, sweet, like fruit loops
Dunk her alleyoop, Ima pullup in a Range Rover
Choppa gone bang on them
(Holdup, Yeah)
Banging like I'm Kobe on the beat though (Oh)
Young nigga hot like a heat stroke (Oh)
I'm f*cking on the bitches and the people (Oh)
I'm balling on these niggas like I'm D Rose (Oh)
OMG, had to let the beat breathe, conversation so brief
Got a brief-case and I got a lot of cash in
Young nigga eating up the work like Pac-Man (Oh)
Oh, nigga floating on the beat (Oh, Oh)
Oh, I got your hoe on the meat (Oh, Oh)
All of my niggas that be totein' Fo-Fo
Pullup at your house, Blocka'Blocka' at ya door
(We aint Done)
Had to step out with the mink in the cold
White bitch trippin off the lean and the coke
Bitch so thick, can't fit in the door
Pray a thick bitch got Chanel on her toes
Oh my god, hitting that bit then I go
I can see a nigga right through a telescope
Aiming at ya head leave your body on the floor
Automatic choppa when it touch to your soul
(We aint Done)
Automatic Choppa when I pullup with the heater my nigga
My heater beatcha lil nigga
Yeah, it 'Dont' stop, won't stop (Bryson)
Yeah, I beat it up Mike Tyson (Mike Tyson)
Yeah, Ima 'Kill' it like Crisis (Yeah)
Jason with the mask like Fright Night (Whoa)
Zooted and booted on Fight Night (Zoot)
But it ain't f*cking with my eye sight (I swear)
Still pullup with the heat and the night light (Yeah, Yeah, Bow)
Promise Ima show you what my life like (Ugh, Grood)
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Choppa with extended ammunition
Young nigga pullup, saucing, man where the f*cking tissue?
Heard through the grapevine, that you want a feature?
I can't do a 16, for less than 250
If I tell the gang to get you, they gone pop you like a pimple
The coupe black and red like a dirty Shirley Temple
F*ck 12, they always tryna give a nigga tickets
I remember I was broke my money shorter than a midget
If I get it, ima tell you pussy niggas its getting splitted with the gang cause we gifted
VDUB and its lifted
They say I'm gifted with the lyrics
Cause I got the party lifted and shawty pussy liquid, Aquafina
I swear the grass turned out greener (OnG, I swear)
I swear the grass turned out greener
Grass turned greener, Ima stride like a cheetah, Ima kick it like Fifa, Ima eat it like pizza
Pullup on Keisha, and she dressed in Indi-Easter
White suit and its looking so good out the coupe
Ima go suck on the pussy
And it taste so good
And it sweet, sweet, like fruit loops
Dunk her alleyoop, Ima pullup in a Range Rover
Choppa gone bang on them
(Holdup, Yeah)
Banging like I'm Kobe on the beat though (Oh)
Young nigga hot like a heat stroke (Oh)
I'm f*cking on the bitches and the people (Oh)
I'm balling on these niggas like I'm D Rose (Oh)
OMG, had to let the beat breathe, conversation so brief
Got a brief-case and I got a lot of cash in
Young nigga eating up the work like Pac-Man (Oh)
Oh, nigga floating on the beat (Oh, Oh)
Oh, I got your hoe on the meat (Oh, Oh)
All of my niggas that be totein' Fo-Fo
Pullup at your house, Blocka'Blocka' at ya door
(We aint Done)
Had to step out with the mink in the cold
White bitch trippin off the lean and the coke
Bitch so thick, can't fit in the door
Pray a thick bitch got Chanel on her toes
Oh my god, hitting that bit then I go
I can see a nigga right through a telescope
Aiming at ya head leave your body on the floor
Automatic choppa when it touch to your soul
(We aint Done)
Automatic Choppa when I pullup with the heater my nigga
My heater beatcha lil nigga
Yeah, it 'Dont' stop, won't stop (Bryson)
Yeah, I beat it up Mike Tyson (Mike Tyson)
Yeah, Ima 'Kill' it like Crisis (Yeah)
Jason with the mask like Fright Night (Whoa)
Zooted and booted on Fight Night (Zoot)
But it ain't f*cking with my eye sight (I swear)
Still pullup with the heat and the night light (Yeah, Yeah, Bow)
Promise Ima show you what my life like (Ugh, Grood)
Young nigga pullup, saucing, man where the f*cking tissue?
Heard through the grapevine, that you want a feature?
I can't do a 16, for less than 250
If I tell the gang to get you, they gone pop you like a pimple
The coupe black and red like a dirty Shirley Temple
F*ck 12, they always tryna give a nigga tickets
I remember I was broke my money shorter than a midget
If I get it, ima tell you pussy niggas its getting splitted with the gang cause we gifted
VDUB and its lifted
They say I'm gifted with the lyrics
Cause I got the party lifted and shawty pussy liquid, Aquafina
I swear the grass turned out greener (OnG, I swear)
I swear the grass turned out greener
Grass turned greener, Ima stride like a cheetah, Ima kick it like Fifa, Ima eat it like pizza
Pullup on Keisha, and she dressed in Indi-Easter
White suit and its looking so good out the coupe
Ima go suck on the pussy
And it taste so good
And it sweet, sweet, like fruit loops
Dunk her alleyoop, Ima pullup in a Range Rover
Choppa gone bang on them
(Holdup, Yeah)
Banging like I'm Kobe on the beat though (Oh)
Young nigga hot like a heat stroke (Oh)
I'm f*cking on the bitches and the people (Oh)
I'm balling on these niggas like I'm D Rose (Oh)
OMG, had to let the beat breathe, conversation so brief
Got a brief-case and I got a lot of cash in
Young nigga eating up the work like Pac-Man (Oh)
Oh, nigga floating on the beat (Oh, Oh)
Oh, I got your hoe on the meat (Oh, Oh)
All of my niggas that be totein' Fo-Fo
Pullup at your house, Blocka'Blocka' at ya door
(We aint Done)
Had to step out with the mink in the cold
White bitch trippin off the lean and the coke
Bitch so thick, can't fit in the door
Pray a thick bitch got Chanel on her toes
Oh my god, hitting that bit then I go
I can see a nigga right through a telescope
Aiming at ya head leave your body on the floor
Automatic choppa when it touch to your soul
(We aint Done)
Automatic Choppa when I pullup with the heater my nigga
My heater beatcha lil nigga
Yeah, it 'Dont' stop, won't stop (Bryson)
Yeah, I beat it up Mike Tyson (Mike Tyson)
Yeah, Ima 'Kill' it like Crisis (Yeah)
Jason with the mask like Fright Night (Whoa)
Zooted and booted on Fight Night (Zoot)
But it ain't f*cking with my eye sight (I swear)
Still pullup with the heat and the night light (Yeah, Yeah, Bow)
Promise Ima show you what my life like (Ugh, Grood)
Writer: David Green, Samuel Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © AMERITZ MUSIC LTD, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © AMERITZ MUSIC LTD, O/B/O DistroKid