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County, 9-1-1, what's the address of

Sir is there any serious bleeding

I said yes, bro

Okay, is he completely alert?

Is he what?

Is he completely alert?

Do you hear him? Do you not hear this man, bro?

Sir, I'm asking you, is he completely alert?

He's neutralized (are you with him now?)

He's neutralized until you guys get here



Uh (Pooh, you a fool for this one), yeah, yeah, bitch

I end up hitting that hoe in my socks (go)

(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)



Getting into it with one shoe on

Hitting that ho in my socks (go)

Popping shit how I pop it, uh

Riding around with that Glock, yeah

Talking shit like my mama (come on)

Ready to hit like my pops (come on)

Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around

You gon' f*ck around, get shot (let's go)



I ain't giving warnings to niggas, I'm stepping

Pull out that forty on niggas and uh

Pull out that forty on niggas and bless 'em

If you good with the Lord then I'll send you to heaven

If not, go to hell, lil' nigga

Trigger happy, I'mma drop shells, lil' nigga (go)

Bond money, we don't f*ck with jail, lil' nigga

Anybody 'round me pay the bail and go get 'em

Hope that hatin' shit working out (uh)

The black and the white people both on my dick 'cause I'm versatile

It's Baby, that nigga you heard about

I f*cked on her, she a squirter now

I like how she talk, I'm in love with her

I'm kidding, say whatever to get that lil' kitty

Niggas ever ain't tripping on titties (uh-uh)

Take this bread and go get me a glizzy

F*ck bitches, get money, got it tatted on my thighs

I see every time a nigga shit

Except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama

And still my lil gangsta give me remy

Bitch, I been player, niggas silly (go)

If she come earning some stripes, I might let her spend the night

Keeping on one of my Nikes, freaking three hoes like a dyke

Yeah, yeah



Getting into it with one shoe on

Hitting that ho in my socks (let's go)

Popping shit how I pop it, uh (pop it)

Riding around with that Glock, yeah

Talking shit like my mama (mama)

Ready to hit like my pops (come on)

Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around with me

F*ck around, get shot (let's go)



Watch how you talk to me, please, I get angry

I get angry like my brother G (let's go)

I was little, I pissed in the bed

Sleep head to toe with my big brother Reef

I don't care how the f*ck I go out

I bet it won't be 'bout no motherf*cking freak

When I said I go out, I ain't talking 'bout dying

I ain't leaving no sooner than seventy three

I pulled up Chevelle, that's a seventy two

I do everything way better than you

Bitch ass niggas, I ain't caring what you do (uh-uh)

Bitch ass nigga, I ain't scary, I'mma shoot (ooh-ooh)

Bitch get missing, I ain't caring if she cute (bitch)

Nah, for real, probably keep it too real

Ain't no secret, can't keep my lil' chill

Niggas gon' eat dick just to keep that lil' deal

Lost twenty million for keeping it real (twenty mill')

Bitch, I ain't even tripping, I don't give a f*ck about no money (uh-uh)

Long as I can take care of all my children

All of my nieces, nephews, mama, and cousins (uh-huh)

They ain't yelling free Dashmond then it's f*ck 'em

I just shot my bae mama some money, and told her I love her, I'm thuggin

And I end up



Getting into it with one shoe on

Hitting that ho in my socks (go)

Popping shit how I pop it, uh

Riding around with that Glock (that Glick)

Talking shit like my mama (come on, yeah))

Ready to hit like my pops (hit)

Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around me

F*ck around, get shot, nigga (bitch ass nigga)

(Boom, boom, boom, Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) yeah
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County, 9-1-1, what's the address of

Sir is there any serious bleeding

I said yes, bro

Okay, is he completely alert?

Is he what?

Is he completely alert?

Do you hear him? Do you not hear this man, bro?

Sir, I'm asking you, is he completely alert?

He's neutralized (are you with him now?)

He's neutralized until you guys get here



Uh (Pooh, you a fool for this one), yeah, yeah, bitch

I end up hitting that hoe in my socks (go)

(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)



Getting into it with one shoe on

Hitting that ho in my socks (go)

Popping shit how I pop it, uh

Riding around with that Glock, yeah

Talking shit like my mama (come on)

Ready to hit like my pops (come on)

Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around

You gon' f*ck around, get shot (let's go)



I ain't giving warnings to niggas, I'm stepping

Pull out that forty on niggas and uh

Pull out that forty on niggas and bless 'em

If you good with the Lord then I'll send you to heaven

If not, go to hell, lil' nigga

Trigger happy, I'mma drop shells, lil' nigga (go)

Bond money, we don't f*ck with jail, lil' nigga

Anybody 'round me pay the bail and go get 'em

Hope that hatin' shit working out (uh)

The black and the white people both on my dick 'cause I'm versatile

It's Baby, that nigga you heard about

I f*cked on her, she a squirter now

I like how she talk, I'm in love with her

I'm kidding, say whatever to get that lil' kitty

Niggas ever ain't tripping on titties (uh-uh)

Take this bread and go get me a glizzy

F*ck bitches, get money, got it tatted on my thighs

I see every time a nigga shit

Except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama

And still my lil gangsta give me remy

Bitch, I been player, niggas silly (go)

If she come earning some stripes, I might let her spend the night

Keeping on one of my Nikes, freaking three hoes like a dyke

Yeah, yeah



Getting into it with one shoe on

Hitting that ho in my socks (let's go)

Popping shit how I pop it, uh (pop it)

Riding around with that Glock, yeah

Talking shit like my mama (mama)

Ready to hit like my pops (come on)

Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around with me

F*ck around, get shot (let's go)



Watch how you talk to me, please, I get angry

I get angry like my brother G (let's go)

I was little, I pissed in the bed

Sleep head to toe with my big brother Reef

I don't care how the f*ck I go out

I bet it won't be 'bout no motherf*cking freak

When I said I go out, I ain't talking 'bout dying

I ain't leaving no sooner than seventy three

I pulled up Chevelle, that's a seventy two

I do everything way better than you

Bitch ass niggas, I ain't caring what you do (uh-uh)

Bitch ass nigga, I ain't scary, I'mma shoot (ooh-ooh)

Bitch get missing, I ain't caring if she cute (bitch)

Nah, for real, probably keep it too real

Ain't no secret, can't keep my lil' chill

Niggas gon' eat dick just to keep that lil' deal

Lost twenty million for keeping it real (twenty mill')

Bitch, I ain't even tripping, I don't give a f*ck about no money (uh-uh)

Long as I can take care of all my children

All of my nieces, nephews, mama, and cousins (uh-huh)

They ain't yelling free Dashmond then it's f*ck 'em

I just shot my bae mama some money, and told her I love her, I'm thuggin

And I end up



Getting into it with one shoe on

Hitting that ho in my socks (go)

Popping shit how I pop it, uh

Riding around with that Glock (that Glick)

Talking shit like my mama (come on, yeah))

Ready to hit like my pops (hit)

Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around me

F*ck around, get shot, nigga (bitch ass nigga)

(Boom, boom, boom, Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) yeah
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Writer: Carlos Lamont Jr Goodwin, Darryl Clemons, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Khaleel Kenyatte Griffin, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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