(huhh)
RECCLESS
Gang
(Aye, Uh)
(Aye, look) Been a hunnid
Send this lead right to his head, won't hit his leg, might hit his stomach
Know that pussy boy be scared to get some bread, ain't gettin' no money
Pop out fresh, you pop out bummy
Want em' dead, let off a hunnid
What he said? he know who run it
We want everything, we comin'
Big ass chop gone clear the way, but I love my Glock
Everything you hear, you f*ckin' say, that's why you ain't my opp
Call me Doc, I give them shots, get yo' Glock, we peelin' out
Don't get popped, we send him out
Bitch, don't stop, we kill him now
Been a hunnid
Send this lead right to his head, won't hit his leg, might hit his stomach
Know that pussy boy be scared to get some bread, ain't gettin' no money
Pop out fresh, you pop out bummy
Want em' dead, let off a hunnid
What he said? he know who run it
We want everything, we comin'
Bitch, this 30 shots, don't give a f*ck bout lettin' it go
I'ma finger f*ck my Glock until a nigga hit the floor
You gon' give it up or not? don't make my lil' nigga blow
Know that FN hit yo' top, you won't live to throw no 4
Been a hunnid
Send this lead right to his head, won't hit his leg, might hit his stomach
Know that pussy boy be scared to get some bread, ain't gettin' no money
Pop out fresh, you pop out bummy
Want em' dead, let off a hunnid
What he said? he know who run it
We want everything, we comin'
KelTopic - LAST HOOK (Freestyle) Lyrics
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(huhh)
RECCLESS
Gang
(Aye, Uh)
(Aye, look) Been a hunnid
Send this lead right to his head, won't hit his leg, might hit his stomach
Know that pussy boy be scared to get some bread, ain't gettin' no money
Pop out fresh, you pop out bummy
Want em' dead, let off a hunnid
What he said? he know who run it
We want everything, we comin'
Big ass chop gone clear the way, but I love my Glock
Everything you hear, you f*ckin' say, that's why you ain't my opp
Call me Doc, I give them shots, get yo' Glock, we peelin' out
Don't get popped, we send him out
Bitch, don't stop, we kill him now
Been a hunnid
Send this lead right to his head, won't hit his leg, might hit his stomach
Know that pussy boy be scared to get some bread, ain't gettin' no money
Pop out fresh, you pop out bummy
Want em' dead, let off a hunnid
What he said? he know who run it
We want everything, we comin'
Bitch, this 30 shots, don't give a f*ck bout lettin' it go
I'ma finger f*ck my Glock until a nigga hit the floor
You gon' give it up or not? don't make my lil' nigga blow
Know that FN hit yo' top, you won't live to throw no 4
Been a hunnid
Send this lead right to his head, won't hit his leg, might hit his stomach
Know that pussy boy be scared to get some bread, ain't gettin' no money
Pop out fresh, you pop out bummy
Want em' dead, let off a hunnid
What he said? he know who run it
We want everything, we comin'
RECCLESS
Gang
(Aye, Uh)
(Aye, look) Been a hunnid
Send this lead right to his head, won't hit his leg, might hit his stomach
Know that pussy boy be scared to get some bread, ain't gettin' no money
Pop out fresh, you pop out bummy
Want em' dead, let off a hunnid
What he said? he know who run it
We want everything, we comin'
Big ass chop gone clear the way, but I love my Glock
Everything you hear, you f*ckin' say, that's why you ain't my opp
Call me Doc, I give them shots, get yo' Glock, we peelin' out
Don't get popped, we send him out
Bitch, don't stop, we kill him now
Been a hunnid
Send this lead right to his head, won't hit his leg, might hit his stomach
Know that pussy boy be scared to get some bread, ain't gettin' no money
Pop out fresh, you pop out bummy
Want em' dead, let off a hunnid
What he said? he know who run it
We want everything, we comin'
Bitch, this 30 shots, don't give a f*ck bout lettin' it go
I'ma finger f*ck my Glock until a nigga hit the floor
You gon' give it up or not? don't make my lil' nigga blow
Know that FN hit yo' top, you won't live to throw no 4
Been a hunnid
Send this lead right to his head, won't hit his leg, might hit his stomach
Know that pussy boy be scared to get some bread, ain't gettin' no money
Pop out fresh, you pop out bummy
Want em' dead, let off a hunnid
What he said? he know who run it
We want everything, we comin'
Writer: Rahkel Coley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid