Heard the bull wanted smoke but he vaping
Pull up to his block he ain't on nathin
Guess he mad I bought the chop of the basement
Sick yo bitch got dry pussy and she basic
My Arab quick to blow you with his turban off
Damn Scrill is he mad cause we stop serving dog
A lot of niggaz mad like I can't tell
Keep thinking we licks and loose yo brain cells
You gone f*ck around and get painted
My crips don't miss with lasers
Hollows on me I gotta stay strapped up like gay bitch
Don't fade him the lead a shade him in just like a taper
Jason on Friday we killed 13 in the basement
Aye man I'm thankful for Jesus cause he saved him
Wasted 2 Duce in the pop like I'm tay prince
Asians we not with the beef we gone steak him
Graze him f*ck that let him die bullets engrave him
Say Man
The don dotta
You know the top shotta
Nigga talking raw he get smacked down with the rock bottom
Love that gun powder
Big drum on the big choppa
Hoes love Big Poppa
Shit talker
Got the bricks on us
We hit licks on foe nem
Getting hectic out
One eye on like fetty wap
Heard they telling now
Feds taping the celly wow
Sitting comfortable
Talk shit and I'll come for you
They can't comfort you
Send you to the upper room
Heard he backing blood
He don't want no action cuz
Niggaz dead as f*ck
Play pussy I'll wet him up
Snatch his necklace
My young bull merk for medicine
Nigga let us in
Put holes in his lettermen
Bitch the don dotta
You know I keep killaz on the roster
You know I take after Barracuda that's my father
Noodle Him no pasta
Give him no option
F*ck that bitch she thoting
She a opp bitch
I can't love no thotty
Put that on mommy
If it's beef then you dying
The don dotta
You know the top shotta
Nigga talking raw he get smacked down with the rock bottom
Love that gun powder
Big drum on the big choppa
Hoes love Big Poppa
Shit talker
Got the bricks on us
We hit licks on foe nem
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Heard the bull wanted smoke but he vaping
Pull up to his block he ain't on nathin
Guess he mad I bought the chop of the basement
Sick yo bitch got dry pussy and she basic
My Arab quick to blow you with his turban off
Damn Scrill is he mad cause we stop serving dog
A lot of niggaz mad like I can't tell
Keep thinking we licks and loose yo brain cells
You gone f*ck around and get painted
My crips don't miss with lasers
Hollows on me I gotta stay strapped up like gay bitch
Don't fade him the lead a shade him in just like a taper
Jason on Friday we killed 13 in the basement
Aye man I'm thankful for Jesus cause he saved him
Wasted 2 Duce in the pop like I'm tay prince
Asians we not with the beef we gone steak him
Graze him f*ck that let him die bullets engrave him
Say Man
The don dotta
You know the top shotta
Nigga talking raw he get smacked down with the rock bottom
Love that gun powder
Big drum on the big choppa
Hoes love Big Poppa
Shit talker
Got the bricks on us
We hit licks on foe nem
Getting hectic out
One eye on like fetty wap
Heard they telling now
Feds taping the celly wow
Sitting comfortable
Talk shit and I'll come for you
They can't comfort you
Send you to the upper room
Heard he backing blood
He don't want no action cuz
Niggaz dead as f*ck
Play pussy I'll wet him up
Snatch his necklace
My young bull merk for medicine
Nigga let us in
Put holes in his lettermen
Bitch the don dotta
You know I keep killaz on the roster
You know I take after Barracuda that's my father
Noodle Him no pasta
Give him no option
F*ck that bitch she thoting
She a opp bitch
I can't love no thotty
Put that on mommy
If it's beef then you dying
The don dotta
You know the top shotta
Nigga talking raw he get smacked down with the rock bottom
Love that gun powder
Big drum on the big choppa
Hoes love Big Poppa
Shit talker
Got the bricks on us
We hit licks on foe nem
Pull up to his block he ain't on nathin
Guess he mad I bought the chop of the basement
Sick yo bitch got dry pussy and she basic
My Arab quick to blow you with his turban off
Damn Scrill is he mad cause we stop serving dog
A lot of niggaz mad like I can't tell
Keep thinking we licks and loose yo brain cells
You gone f*ck around and get painted
My crips don't miss with lasers
Hollows on me I gotta stay strapped up like gay bitch
Don't fade him the lead a shade him in just like a taper
Jason on Friday we killed 13 in the basement
Aye man I'm thankful for Jesus cause he saved him
Wasted 2 Duce in the pop like I'm tay prince
Asians we not with the beef we gone steak him
Graze him f*ck that let him die bullets engrave him
Say Man
The don dotta
You know the top shotta
Nigga talking raw he get smacked down with the rock bottom
Love that gun powder
Big drum on the big choppa
Hoes love Big Poppa
Shit talker
Got the bricks on us
We hit licks on foe nem
Getting hectic out
One eye on like fetty wap
Heard they telling now
Feds taping the celly wow
Sitting comfortable
Talk shit and I'll come for you
They can't comfort you
Send you to the upper room
Heard he backing blood
He don't want no action cuz
Niggaz dead as f*ck
Play pussy I'll wet him up
Snatch his necklace
My young bull merk for medicine
Nigga let us in
Put holes in his lettermen
Bitch the don dotta
You know I keep killaz on the roster
You know I take after Barracuda that's my father
Noodle Him no pasta
Give him no option
F*ck that bitch she thoting
She a opp bitch
I can't love no thotty
Put that on mommy
If it's beef then you dying
The don dotta
You know the top shotta
Nigga talking raw he get smacked down with the rock bottom
Love that gun powder
Big drum on the big choppa
Hoes love Big Poppa
Shit talker
Got the bricks on us
We hit licks on foe nem
Writer: Devin Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid