Free my brothers till you can say that shit backwards
I ain't tryna cuff, I'm tryna spell that out backwards
Run up on the gang and we will blow you like backwoods
Didn't even know girlie name so don't get mad that I smashed her
Chilling with my gang bitch
All young niggas just hittin licks
Yo bitch tryna make a flick
Hit her with this dick, busting on her tits
After that I gotta dip
Y'all niggas all as so tell me why should I give a shit
Make your head like my nigga Dev
I mean blood spilling, leaking out your head
We cannot be bros if you talk to feds
Choppa like a pencil, I'm using all this lead
I'm on your head
Since a young age never thought that I would hit my teens
Now I gotta bad bitch she wearing Supreme
Had to get this money they calling me a fiend
You think your bitch is loyal, but she got hit by the whole team
Get hit by the whole team
Pull up with the glock beamed
Hit you with that chopper it will break down your whole spleen
Fatality like Mortal Kombat I ain't using no screens
Double cup my bitches I ain't talking bout no damn lean
I'm like a preacher yo bitch praying down on both knees
Lookin like a Asian Cuz I'm hitting all these damn trees
Hit a bitch raw, nah I need a Trojan please
If I pull up on your block I kill your main man up in the streets
Aye, She tryna get some of this Mexicano
Pull up with the choppa moving O's just like I'm Chapo
Bitch I got the sauce and I ain't talking bout on tacos
Don't be talking shit, cuz you don't know how much this glock hold
Whipping in the Aura XE that bitch was gold
Rolling thru Southwest chillin with the bros
I'm about the bread I ain't pressed about these hoes
Y'all depressed about bitches I relieve my stress in flows
Don't ask me what's the move if you ain't hit licks
Ima still f*ck your sister and pull your bitch
Got the safety off on a Glock with a full clip
Like a beyblade with the tommy ima let it rip
Rest In Peace to Reggie and all my other brothers
It's f*ck you to all these opps and all these under covers
This glock with the beam and I'm aimin at your temple
When I'm shootin don't be cryin I ain't sentimental
I'm killin your bitches pussy and any instrumental
Now this shit is on my mental
Finish Line
F*ck with me one more time
Now I go and get the nine
Bitch
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Free my brothers till you can say that shit backwards
I ain't tryna cuff, I'm tryna spell that out backwards
Run up on the gang and we will blow you like backwoods
Didn't even know girlie name so don't get mad that I smashed her
Chilling with my gang bitch
All young niggas just hittin licks
Yo bitch tryna make a flick
Hit her with this dick, busting on her tits
After that I gotta dip
Y'all niggas all as so tell me why should I give a shit
Make your head like my nigga Dev
I mean blood spilling, leaking out your head
We cannot be bros if you talk to feds
Choppa like a pencil, I'm using all this lead
I'm on your head
Since a young age never thought that I would hit my teens
Now I gotta bad bitch she wearing Supreme
Had to get this money they calling me a fiend
You think your bitch is loyal, but she got hit by the whole team
Get hit by the whole team
Pull up with the glock beamed
Hit you with that chopper it will break down your whole spleen
Fatality like Mortal Kombat I ain't using no screens
Double cup my bitches I ain't talking bout no damn lean
I'm like a preacher yo bitch praying down on both knees
Lookin like a Asian Cuz I'm hitting all these damn trees
Hit a bitch raw, nah I need a Trojan please
If I pull up on your block I kill your main man up in the streets
Aye, She tryna get some of this Mexicano
Pull up with the choppa moving O's just like I'm Chapo
Bitch I got the sauce and I ain't talking bout on tacos
Don't be talking shit, cuz you don't know how much this glock hold
Whipping in the Aura XE that bitch was gold
Rolling thru Southwest chillin with the bros
I'm about the bread I ain't pressed about these hoes
Y'all depressed about bitches I relieve my stress in flows
Don't ask me what's the move if you ain't hit licks
Ima still f*ck your sister and pull your bitch
Got the safety off on a Glock with a full clip
Like a beyblade with the tommy ima let it rip
Rest In Peace to Reggie and all my other brothers
It's f*ck you to all these opps and all these under covers
This glock with the beam and I'm aimin at your temple
When I'm shootin don't be cryin I ain't sentimental
I'm killin your bitches pussy and any instrumental
Now this shit is on my mental
Finish Line
F*ck with me one more time
Now I go and get the nine
Bitch
I ain't tryna cuff, I'm tryna spell that out backwards
Run up on the gang and we will blow you like backwoods
Didn't even know girlie name so don't get mad that I smashed her
Chilling with my gang bitch
All young niggas just hittin licks
Yo bitch tryna make a flick
Hit her with this dick, busting on her tits
After that I gotta dip
Y'all niggas all as so tell me why should I give a shit
Make your head like my nigga Dev
I mean blood spilling, leaking out your head
We cannot be bros if you talk to feds
Choppa like a pencil, I'm using all this lead
I'm on your head
Since a young age never thought that I would hit my teens
Now I gotta bad bitch she wearing Supreme
Had to get this money they calling me a fiend
You think your bitch is loyal, but she got hit by the whole team
Get hit by the whole team
Pull up with the glock beamed
Hit you with that chopper it will break down your whole spleen
Fatality like Mortal Kombat I ain't using no screens
Double cup my bitches I ain't talking bout no damn lean
I'm like a preacher yo bitch praying down on both knees
Lookin like a Asian Cuz I'm hitting all these damn trees
Hit a bitch raw, nah I need a Trojan please
If I pull up on your block I kill your main man up in the streets
Aye, She tryna get some of this Mexicano
Pull up with the choppa moving O's just like I'm Chapo
Bitch I got the sauce and I ain't talking bout on tacos
Don't be talking shit, cuz you don't know how much this glock hold
Whipping in the Aura XE that bitch was gold
Rolling thru Southwest chillin with the bros
I'm about the bread I ain't pressed about these hoes
Y'all depressed about bitches I relieve my stress in flows
Don't ask me what's the move if you ain't hit licks
Ima still f*ck your sister and pull your bitch
Got the safety off on a Glock with a full clip
Like a beyblade with the tommy ima let it rip
Rest In Peace to Reggie and all my other brothers
It's f*ck you to all these opps and all these under covers
This glock with the beam and I'm aimin at your temple
When I'm shootin don't be cryin I ain't sentimental
I'm killin your bitches pussy and any instrumental
Now this shit is on my mental
Finish Line
F*ck with me one more time
Now I go and get the nine
Bitch
Writer: Stefan Gonzalez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid