S, e, n, d, e, em up
Actavis to activate the double cup
Gotta double down
When I grip a pump
Get to ripping everytime I sniff a bump
Hit the double tap
Make that pussy jump
This ain't mumble rap
Slimmy prowling like a f*cking jungle cat
In the tunnels stomping out the f*cking rats
Got them choppas in a f*cking duffle bag
Dope fiend but she love it
Yo bitch a throat queen how she suck it
Swinging a big bat
Like I'm Nicky buns
In the big league
Slimmy sluggin
She got them double D's
Suck like Stanley steam
On the big screen how she f*cking
Sendemup up and coming
Keeping a 4-5 when I'm clutching
Switch blade
Give him shit stains
F*ck pussy if he like to switch lanes
Dumping 30 out the mother f*cking choppa at Wherever slimmy got the bitch aimed
Put Jay on a jet plane to the USA
Cop a diamond chain of that f*cking Choppa
Under sendemup
We send em to the doctor
It's that skinny dope fiend
He got yo girlfriend choking
That pussy soaking
Roll that blunt in dope and now I'm smoking
He think I'm joking
AR scoping
Hollow tip his throat bitch
That pistol gripper
Finger loading
Hole punching that pussy clothing
I'm back with the Mac 11
Stay back
Send a bitch to heaven
Ruger mini class in session
I'm teaching f*ck boys a lesson
For thinking that they could limp on my block
But they not lay em out let em rot
Dropping em off in the locks
They ain't f*ck with the gang till them numbers get up then they flock
Keeping that bag on me
Let em rag on me
Put a bipod on the stag homie
Got keep it still when im shooting back
When yo baby momma tryna gag on me
Motion since birth like im sketch
Just got a text from yo bitch it's a pic of her breasts
Who wanna test
Slimmy the vet
Sharpen my blade put that bitch to your neck
Who wanna cross the line
Would you look at the clock bitch it's time to die
Just walk over that bridge over top the river
Now that mother f*cker get to die quicker
Throw his ass in now he baptized
Dig a deep grave
Fit em three wide
F*cking tongue and cheek
Through they teeth
Lies
Grab a blade
Cut it out let em re try
Bitch
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S, e, n, d, e, em up
Actavis to activate the double cup
Gotta double down
When I grip a pump
Get to ripping everytime I sniff a bump
Hit the double tap
Make that pussy jump
This ain't mumble rap
Slimmy prowling like a f*cking jungle cat
In the tunnels stomping out the f*cking rats
Got them choppas in a f*cking duffle bag
Dope fiend but she love it
Yo bitch a throat queen how she suck it
Swinging a big bat
Like I'm Nicky buns
In the big league
Slimmy sluggin
She got them double D's
Suck like Stanley steam
On the big screen how she f*cking
Sendemup up and coming
Keeping a 4-5 when I'm clutching
Switch blade
Give him shit stains
F*ck pussy if he like to switch lanes
Dumping 30 out the mother f*cking choppa at Wherever slimmy got the bitch aimed
Put Jay on a jet plane to the USA
Cop a diamond chain of that f*cking Choppa
Under sendemup
We send em to the doctor
It's that skinny dope fiend
He got yo girlfriend choking
That pussy soaking
Roll that blunt in dope and now I'm smoking
He think I'm joking
AR scoping
Hollow tip his throat bitch
That pistol gripper
Finger loading
Hole punching that pussy clothing
I'm back with the Mac 11
Stay back
Send a bitch to heaven
Ruger mini class in session
I'm teaching f*ck boys a lesson
For thinking that they could limp on my block
But they not lay em out let em rot
Dropping em off in the locks
They ain't f*ck with the gang till them numbers get up then they flock
Keeping that bag on me
Let em rag on me
Put a bipod on the stag homie
Got keep it still when im shooting back
When yo baby momma tryna gag on me
Motion since birth like im sketch
Just got a text from yo bitch it's a pic of her breasts
Who wanna test
Slimmy the vet
Sharpen my blade put that bitch to your neck
Who wanna cross the line
Would you look at the clock bitch it's time to die
Just walk over that bridge over top the river
Now that mother f*cker get to die quicker
Throw his ass in now he baptized
Dig a deep grave
Fit em three wide
F*cking tongue and cheek
Through they teeth
Lies
Grab a blade
Cut it out let em re try
Bitch
Actavis to activate the double cup
Gotta double down
When I grip a pump
Get to ripping everytime I sniff a bump
Hit the double tap
Make that pussy jump
This ain't mumble rap
Slimmy prowling like a f*cking jungle cat
In the tunnels stomping out the f*cking rats
Got them choppas in a f*cking duffle bag
Dope fiend but she love it
Yo bitch a throat queen how she suck it
Swinging a big bat
Like I'm Nicky buns
In the big league
Slimmy sluggin
She got them double D's
Suck like Stanley steam
On the big screen how she f*cking
Sendemup up and coming
Keeping a 4-5 when I'm clutching
Switch blade
Give him shit stains
F*ck pussy if he like to switch lanes
Dumping 30 out the mother f*cking choppa at Wherever slimmy got the bitch aimed
Put Jay on a jet plane to the USA
Cop a diamond chain of that f*cking Choppa
Under sendemup
We send em to the doctor
It's that skinny dope fiend
He got yo girlfriend choking
That pussy soaking
Roll that blunt in dope and now I'm smoking
He think I'm joking
AR scoping
Hollow tip his throat bitch
That pistol gripper
Finger loading
Hole punching that pussy clothing
I'm back with the Mac 11
Stay back
Send a bitch to heaven
Ruger mini class in session
I'm teaching f*ck boys a lesson
For thinking that they could limp on my block
But they not lay em out let em rot
Dropping em off in the locks
They ain't f*ck with the gang till them numbers get up then they flock
Keeping that bag on me
Let em rag on me
Put a bipod on the stag homie
Got keep it still when im shooting back
When yo baby momma tryna gag on me
Motion since birth like im sketch
Just got a text from yo bitch it's a pic of her breasts
Who wanna test
Slimmy the vet
Sharpen my blade put that bitch to your neck
Who wanna cross the line
Would you look at the clock bitch it's time to die
Just walk over that bridge over top the river
Now that mother f*cker get to die quicker
Throw his ass in now he baptized
Dig a deep grave
Fit em three wide
F*cking tongue and cheek
Through they teeth
Lies
Grab a blade
Cut it out let em re try
Bitch
Writer: Tyler Hill
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid