Foe Gunna Brezzo - William Nickerson (feat. Choppa tha Dogk) Lyrics

Kill the cash, money team, make it up
Rally nation, y'all can look me up, Rally monster
Stop, hand it down, bleedin' man
Ownin' the function, hunnid deep with my foolies

Trill hit the rally, capital shuffle, we get stupid
Turn the party up, we all on till we lose it
Then we set it down on the hood, boy, we do it
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson

William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson
There's chopper in my truck, I bet your faces gon' remember this
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson

William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson
There's chopper in my truck, I bet your faces gon' remember this
Chopper in my truck, you gon' remember this

Then again, boy, you gon' remember shit
If you let it tell, you tell I promise this
You would never walk or hit that Ricky shit
I got a hundred bullets for you fake hoes

350 for your team, I read his tape though
All out, f*ck him in his case clothes
Fake car slipping in his face is where the chopper go
I know you niggas hate cause we be killin' it

You mad but your bitches should be feelin' it
All up in their mouths, yeah, I drill a bitch
Pass it to my rally, now we killin' shit
On in the function, hunnit deep with my foolies

Trill hit the rally, couple shuffle, we get stupid
Turn the party up, we all on till we lose it
Then we set it down on the hood, boy, we do it
Yeah, William Nickerson's, yeah, William Nickerson's

William Nickerson's, yeah, William Nickerson's
William Nickerson's, yeah, William Nickerson's
Chopper in my truck, I bet you fakes is gon' remember this
William Nickerson's, yeah, William Nickerson's

William Nickerson's, yeah, William Nickerson's
William Nickerson's, yeah, William Nickerson's
Chopper in my truck, I bet you fakes is gon' remember this
Murder ones, two glocks in the vet's zone

Foe gunna murder ones , 2 glocks and a vest on hunna gang, foe sum lot kill zone
Leave an Ricky in his alley with his head gong
E-K-Savage squad, f*ck a nigga Meandoe
William Nickerson's, foe gunna turnt up

William Nickerson's, foe gunna turnt up
F*ck a head up, buck with your windows
Chopper's on deck, yeah, we keep those
Grifffy on , meze on

Me and fake streets won't get along
Grippy zone, easy on
Me and weed sales won't get along
Grippy zone, easy on

Me and starbursts won't get along
Grippy zone, easy on
Bitch, what the f*ck you think I got this chopper for
Guess I'll cut you niggas to stop jackin' up

Now I bet these Ricky shirts poppin' up
I bet that bitch look better with a billet in it
My rallies beat the shit, you niggas barely in it
Killer catch the label, so I have to kill it

All out Bonnie Hunters, bruh, you know the business
Ownin' a function, hunnit, deep with my foolies
Trill hit the rally, couple suffer, we get stupid
Turn the party up, we all alone til we lose it

Then we shut it down on the hood while we do it
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson

This chopper in my truck, I'll bet your face it's gon' remember this
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson

This chopper in my truck, I'll bet your face it's gon' remember this
Black streets, we don't get along
Griffey's on, Meezy on
Me and Winstead, we don't get along

Griffey's on, Meezy on
Me and Steinberg, we don't get along
All in in the 400D for my fully
Drill hit the rally, couple suffer, we can do it loud

Turn it all up, we all alone til we lose it
Then we shut it down on the hood, boy, I do it loud
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson
William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson

William Nickerson, yeah, William Nickerson
This chopper in my truck, I'll bet your face it's gon' remember this