Bullet hole in the car door, patch it up, then we right back in it
Would've thought I was Mo P make em cover they ears when they heard that 10 milli
Lately I been chillin
Make me mad I get right back to spinnin
Ain't never bust his fye but rappin' good these niggas bullshittin
See through clip on a chop
You ever seen an ARP with 200 rounds in it
Bail out the car blowin'
Feel like Screwly G nigga where the f*ck you goin'
Police try to box me in, hell nah, Glock got a blrddd on it
Micro ARP size of a Mac, we took the stock off it
7 in the morning, pourin' up wock like it was hot coffee
Talking bout buckin who? Pussy boy, I'm not goin
Tryna work with a dumb iron
I'm the driver and the one blowin
I understood narc off Baby Kobe, so I don't feel nun
3D print on the back of the Glock
But it shoot just like that metal button
Niggas was jus gettin bitched inside the school
How you hard all of a sudden
Can't no nigga say a thing to me, my mama know I'm thuggin
Like Glo said, I'll rather go binary, I call it baby button
Bro got 60 pack, 300 black
Anything hit the street, we flushing
Every time we get turnt on the V it's like 300 shots
And if this shit was to go down right now
I bet I'd blow my Glock
Shots from the chop send his ass away like he had chicken pox
And free my nigga kreep
I know he wanted to blow that 50 Glock
Slyme
What you know about bein' right by the school, blickin' opps
When I blow this bitch I ain't aiming low, I'm tryna hit a top
This lil' hoe eat up dick so damn good damn near took off my socks
Know that shit gon' have these niggas hot
We linked up with them Fox
It's like 3AM I'm outside lurkin' tryn put some in box
Niggas always say what they gon' do, whole time I know they not
We still clutchin' on them dirty poles, even though we know they hot
Niggas burnt up the one in the hood, so we got a different spot
Sick as hell, vice ran up in the spot, took Drake, AP, and Glock
Them pussies pulled me over and took my Glock, I shoulda never stopped
Ain't bloodhound lil jeff
You'da thought I was bap told you all the shit I did
Drake got so much kick, blowin' this bitch
Damn near jumped out my hand
Err nigga round me BSG MG, or bang the fin
Ghost Glock 26 look at my gun, it don't een got no gen
Damn, that shit f*cked up, my mama right
I don't een got no friends
My gunplug tryna sell me threaded barrels, but we need fully pins
19X with a binary on that bitch, think I got fully pin
Bro pulled up with a strike, ain't got no plates, but I'm still jumpin' in
300 black hit the side a nigga whip make lil' bruh kiss the curb
Niggas be dissin' good, I'll get you whacked for the price of a f*ckin' bird
We on a lick, if lil bruh move then his ass over with
Start smackin' from out the window
His ass start yellin, oh yea I just know he hit
Niggas be playin' crazy I'm clutchin' bad,
Lil' bro let me show you some shit
I ain't in the right mind space, if you look wrong, on god I'm blowin' his bitch
Micro drac the size of a newborn, that ho gon' tear him down
Don't give no f*ck about no gun law bitch, I had my pipe while I was outta town
Beat the road in the four door this a stolo
Don't nobody know though
Bullet hole in the car door, patch it up, then we right back in it
Would've thought I was Mo P make em cover they ears when they heard that 10 milli
Lately I been chillin
Make me mad I get right back to spinnin
Ain't never bust his fye but rappin' good these niggas bullshittin
See through clip on a chop
You ever seen an ARP with 200 rounds in it
Bail out the car blowin'
Feel like Screwly G nigga where the f*ck you goin'
Police try to box me in, hell nah, Glock got a blrddd on it Micro ARP size of a Mac, we took the stock off it
7 in the morning, pourin' up wock like it was hot coffee
Luhjay2oolie - WHATCHU KNOW 2 (feat. Luh Glo & RXdaee) Lyrics
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Bullet hole in the car door, patch it up, then we right back in it
Would've thought I was Mo P make em cover they ears when they heard that 10 milli
Lately I been chillin
Make me mad I get right back to spinnin
Ain't never bust his fye but rappin' good these niggas bullshittin
See through clip on a chop
You ever seen an ARP with 200 rounds in it
Bail out the car blowin'
Feel like Screwly G nigga where the f*ck you goin'
Police try to box me in, hell nah, Glock got a blrddd on it
Micro ARP size of a Mac, we took the stock off it
7 in the morning, pourin' up wock like it was hot coffee
Talking bout buckin who? Pussy boy, I'm not goin
Tryna work with a dumb iron
I'm the driver and the one blowin
I understood narc off Baby Kobe, so I don't feel nun
3D print on the back of the Glock
But it shoot just like that metal button
Niggas was jus gettin bitched inside the school
How you hard all of a sudden
Can't no nigga say a thing to me, my mama know I'm thuggin
Like Glo said, I'll rather go binary, I call it baby button
Bro got 60 pack, 300 black
Anything hit the street, we flushing
Every time we get turnt on the V it's like 300 shots
And if this shit was to go down right now
I bet I'd blow my Glock
Shots from the chop send his ass away like he had chicken pox
And free my nigga kreep
I know he wanted to blow that 50 Glock
Slyme
What you know about bein' right by the school, blickin' opps
When I blow this bitch I ain't aiming low, I'm tryna hit a top
This lil' hoe eat up dick so damn good damn near took off my socks
Know that shit gon' have these niggas hot
We linked up with them Fox
It's like 3AM I'm outside lurkin' tryn put some in box
Niggas always say what they gon' do, whole time I know they not
We still clutchin' on them dirty poles, even though we know they hot
Niggas burnt up the one in the hood, so we got a different spot
Sick as hell, vice ran up in the spot, took Drake, AP, and Glock
Them pussies pulled me over and took my Glock, I shoulda never stopped
Ain't bloodhound lil jeff
You'da thought I was bap told you all the shit I did
Drake got so much kick, blowin' this bitch
Damn near jumped out my hand
Err nigga round me BSG MG, or bang the fin
Ghost Glock 26 look at my gun, it don't een got no gen
Damn, that shit f*cked up, my mama right
I don't een got no friends
My gunplug tryna sell me threaded barrels, but we need fully pins
19X with a binary on that bitch, think I got fully pin
Bro pulled up with a strike, ain't got no plates, but I'm still jumpin' in
300 black hit the side a nigga whip make lil' bruh kiss the curb
Niggas be dissin' good, I'll get you whacked for the price of a f*ckin' bird
We on a lick, if lil bruh move then his ass over with
Start smackin' from out the window
His ass start yellin, oh yea I just know he hit
Niggas be playin' crazy I'm clutchin' bad,
Lil' bro let me show you some shit
I ain't in the right mind space, if you look wrong, on god I'm blowin' his bitch
Micro drac the size of a newborn, that ho gon' tear him down
Don't give no f*ck about no gun law bitch, I had my pipe while I was outta town
Beat the road in the four door this a stolo
Don't nobody know though
Bullet hole in the car door, patch it up, then we right back in it
Would've thought I was Mo P make em cover they ears when they heard that 10 milli
Lately I been chillin
Make me mad I get right back to spinnin
Ain't never bust his fye but rappin' good these niggas bullshittin
See through clip on a chop
You ever seen an ARP with 200 rounds in it
Bail out the car blowin'
Feel like Screwly G nigga where the f*ck you goin'
Police try to box me in, hell nah, Glock got a blrddd on it Micro ARP size of a Mac, we took the stock off it
7 in the morning, pourin' up wock like it was hot coffee
Would've thought I was Mo P make em cover they ears when they heard that 10 milli
Lately I been chillin
Make me mad I get right back to spinnin
Ain't never bust his fye but rappin' good these niggas bullshittin
See through clip on a chop
You ever seen an ARP with 200 rounds in it
Bail out the car blowin'
Feel like Screwly G nigga where the f*ck you goin'
Police try to box me in, hell nah, Glock got a blrddd on it
Micro ARP size of a Mac, we took the stock off it
7 in the morning, pourin' up wock like it was hot coffee
Talking bout buckin who? Pussy boy, I'm not goin
Tryna work with a dumb iron
I'm the driver and the one blowin
I understood narc off Baby Kobe, so I don't feel nun
3D print on the back of the Glock
But it shoot just like that metal button
Niggas was jus gettin bitched inside the school
How you hard all of a sudden
Can't no nigga say a thing to me, my mama know I'm thuggin
Like Glo said, I'll rather go binary, I call it baby button
Bro got 60 pack, 300 black
Anything hit the street, we flushing
Every time we get turnt on the V it's like 300 shots
And if this shit was to go down right now
I bet I'd blow my Glock
Shots from the chop send his ass away like he had chicken pox
And free my nigga kreep
I know he wanted to blow that 50 Glock
Slyme
What you know about bein' right by the school, blickin' opps
When I blow this bitch I ain't aiming low, I'm tryna hit a top
This lil' hoe eat up dick so damn good damn near took off my socks
Know that shit gon' have these niggas hot
We linked up with them Fox
It's like 3AM I'm outside lurkin' tryn put some in box
Niggas always say what they gon' do, whole time I know they not
We still clutchin' on them dirty poles, even though we know they hot
Niggas burnt up the one in the hood, so we got a different spot
Sick as hell, vice ran up in the spot, took Drake, AP, and Glock
Them pussies pulled me over and took my Glock, I shoulda never stopped
Ain't bloodhound lil jeff
You'da thought I was bap told you all the shit I did
Drake got so much kick, blowin' this bitch
Damn near jumped out my hand
Err nigga round me BSG MG, or bang the fin
Ghost Glock 26 look at my gun, it don't een got no gen
Damn, that shit f*cked up, my mama right
I don't een got no friends
My gunplug tryna sell me threaded barrels, but we need fully pins
19X with a binary on that bitch, think I got fully pin
Bro pulled up with a strike, ain't got no plates, but I'm still jumpin' in
300 black hit the side a nigga whip make lil' bruh kiss the curb
Niggas be dissin' good, I'll get you whacked for the price of a f*ckin' bird
We on a lick, if lil bruh move then his ass over with
Start smackin' from out the window
His ass start yellin, oh yea I just know he hit
Niggas be playin' crazy I'm clutchin' bad,
Lil' bro let me show you some shit
I ain't in the right mind space, if you look wrong, on god I'm blowin' his bitch
Micro drac the size of a newborn, that ho gon' tear him down
Don't give no f*ck about no gun law bitch, I had my pipe while I was outta town
Beat the road in the four door this a stolo
Don't nobody know though
Bullet hole in the car door, patch it up, then we right back in it
Would've thought I was Mo P make em cover they ears when they heard that 10 milli
Lately I been chillin
Make me mad I get right back to spinnin
Ain't never bust his fye but rappin' good these niggas bullshittin
See through clip on a chop
You ever seen an ARP with 200 rounds in it
Bail out the car blowin'
Feel like Screwly G nigga where the f*ck you goin'
Police try to box me in, hell nah, Glock got a blrddd on it Micro ARP size of a Mac, we took the stock off it
7 in the morning, pourin' up wock like it was hot coffee
Writer: J. Mitchell, RX Daee, Luh Glo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid