Glock unlocked and cock
Top pop a top for animosity
Hoochies throw me coochie
See I'm Fendi from my head to feet
Bending corners riding slabs
In the 96' Caprice
Keep that stab don't play me bad
So that means don't you f*ck with me
I see them fools be looking
At my ice and price so shife
Don't run into your danger
Chamber take your f*cking life
I'm waking 5'9 stick and move 155lb
Move like Silverfox when got
A nickel plated 45
Come bring me to my demise
I ain't even telling lies
See how beat the murder cases
Like Roy Cohn is still alive
Before I eat my breakfast
Pack now strap my MAC-11
Slip in them Air Max 9-7's
MAC reads, "Who wan go to heaven?"
You know what talkin bout?
Chopping blades still in the South
New Gitty playa from the Himalaya
12 golds in my mouth
Gitano GT momo wood knocking beats
Sun shine hit my rims
It look like ninja stars
While I'm dressed McQueen on recliner
Smoking marijuana you bopper
Your skeez hit her knees
Cause splashing in designer
Labels hear this work of art
If ain't bout mills can't sign him
I ain't on the run
But run it up hotel Rwanda
Tomorrow riding elbows
Weekend skating Dayton's
Objects in mirror closer than appear
Don't meet your maker
Aye fool wits happnin?
Keep your plastic packing
Don't you pull a 2-15
Kalakash blow your back in
Mashing no compassing
Still no comparison
Blasting if you try jacking
Cause ain't no fear in him
Smoking out pouring up
Draped up and dripped out
Smoked out loced out
Without a app still cash out
Waving maintaining
My language turns persuasion
Swiggity swangin biggitty banging
Ocean Funk replayed it
Smoke trees constantly
Green cœptis call big kitty
Need me franks and 50's
Drop the top my new coupé
Showing titties love to use my blicky
In my Tommy draws I tuck my grippy
This the inner city where the skinny ride
My waist on litty ponta I got'cha
Super soak slip slide ya
Diamonds bark Rottweilers
Shine like snipe scopes you hassa
Kick in your door off the shit
Gun with the reach Scotty Pippen
Autotune the grip just fixed the speech
Means 'quip the silencer
Add you to my hit list
Make moves off Chinese calendars
Aim on Carl Pierre bitch
See you ain't got no style in ya
I can call collect scoop up the Techs
Make sure lay you to rest
I won't leave a mess top shot
Next in your back exit your flesh
Roll weed in roses Yurple got me ghostin
Get more skin than lotion
Hit twice then hocus pocus
No stylist my closet
With horses not Roman
Icy muzzle playing tag
Hit you it leave you frozen
I keep it in motion
Like I ain't even calling calls
I ball til I fall extendo reach you
Like long distant calls
You don't wan nome huh
You ain't for none huh?
You load that hammer pa?
Greet it like, "Qué pasa"
You don't wan none huh
You ain't for none huh?
You load that hammer pa?
Greet it like, "Qué te pasa"
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Glock unlocked and cock
Top pop a top for animosity
Hoochies throw me coochie
See I'm Fendi from my head to feet
Bending corners riding slabs
In the 96' Caprice
Keep that stab don't play me bad
So that means don't you f*ck with me
I see them fools be looking
At my ice and price so shife
Don't run into your danger
Chamber take your f*cking life
I'm waking 5'9 stick and move 155lb
Move like Silverfox when got
A nickel plated 45
Come bring me to my demise
I ain't even telling lies
See how beat the murder cases
Like Roy Cohn is still alive
Before I eat my breakfast
Pack now strap my MAC-11
Slip in them Air Max 9-7's
MAC reads, "Who wan go to heaven?"
You know what talkin bout?
Chopping blades still in the South
New Gitty playa from the Himalaya
12 golds in my mouth
Gitano GT momo wood knocking beats
Sun shine hit my rims
It look like ninja stars
While I'm dressed McQueen on recliner
Smoking marijuana you bopper
Your skeez hit her knees
Cause splashing in designer
Labels hear this work of art
If ain't bout mills can't sign him
I ain't on the run
But run it up hotel Rwanda
Tomorrow riding elbows
Weekend skating Dayton's
Objects in mirror closer than appear
Don't meet your maker
Aye fool wits happnin?
Keep your plastic packing
Don't you pull a 2-15
Kalakash blow your back in
Mashing no compassing
Still no comparison
Blasting if you try jacking
Cause ain't no fear in him
Smoking out pouring up
Draped up and dripped out
Smoked out loced out
Without a app still cash out
Waving maintaining
My language turns persuasion
Swiggity swangin biggitty banging
Ocean Funk replayed it
Smoke trees constantly
Green cœptis call big kitty
Need me franks and 50's
Drop the top my new coupé
Showing titties love to use my blicky
In my Tommy draws I tuck my grippy
This the inner city where the skinny ride
My waist on litty ponta I got'cha
Super soak slip slide ya
Diamonds bark Rottweilers
Shine like snipe scopes you hassa
Kick in your door off the shit
Gun with the reach Scotty Pippen
Autotune the grip just fixed the speech
Means 'quip the silencer
Add you to my hit list
Make moves off Chinese calendars
Aim on Carl Pierre bitch
See you ain't got no style in ya
I can call collect scoop up the Techs
Make sure lay you to rest
I won't leave a mess top shot
Next in your back exit your flesh
Roll weed in roses Yurple got me ghostin
Get more skin than lotion
Hit twice then hocus pocus
No stylist my closet
With horses not Roman
Icy muzzle playing tag
Hit you it leave you frozen
I keep it in motion
Like I ain't even calling calls
I ball til I fall extendo reach you
Like long distant calls
You don't wan nome huh
You ain't for none huh?
You load that hammer pa?
Greet it like, "Qué pasa"
You don't wan none huh
You ain't for none huh?
You load that hammer pa?
Greet it like, "Qué te pasa"
Top pop a top for animosity
Hoochies throw me coochie
See I'm Fendi from my head to feet
Bending corners riding slabs
In the 96' Caprice
Keep that stab don't play me bad
So that means don't you f*ck with me
I see them fools be looking
At my ice and price so shife
Don't run into your danger
Chamber take your f*cking life
I'm waking 5'9 stick and move 155lb
Move like Silverfox when got
A nickel plated 45
Come bring me to my demise
I ain't even telling lies
See how beat the murder cases
Like Roy Cohn is still alive
Before I eat my breakfast
Pack now strap my MAC-11
Slip in them Air Max 9-7's
MAC reads, "Who wan go to heaven?"
You know what talkin bout?
Chopping blades still in the South
New Gitty playa from the Himalaya
12 golds in my mouth
Gitano GT momo wood knocking beats
Sun shine hit my rims
It look like ninja stars
While I'm dressed McQueen on recliner
Smoking marijuana you bopper
Your skeez hit her knees
Cause splashing in designer
Labels hear this work of art
If ain't bout mills can't sign him
I ain't on the run
But run it up hotel Rwanda
Tomorrow riding elbows
Weekend skating Dayton's
Objects in mirror closer than appear
Don't meet your maker
Aye fool wits happnin?
Keep your plastic packing
Don't you pull a 2-15
Kalakash blow your back in
Mashing no compassing
Still no comparison
Blasting if you try jacking
Cause ain't no fear in him
Smoking out pouring up
Draped up and dripped out
Smoked out loced out
Without a app still cash out
Waving maintaining
My language turns persuasion
Swiggity swangin biggitty banging
Ocean Funk replayed it
Smoke trees constantly
Green cœptis call big kitty
Need me franks and 50's
Drop the top my new coupé
Showing titties love to use my blicky
In my Tommy draws I tuck my grippy
This the inner city where the skinny ride
My waist on litty ponta I got'cha
Super soak slip slide ya
Diamonds bark Rottweilers
Shine like snipe scopes you hassa
Kick in your door off the shit
Gun with the reach Scotty Pippen
Autotune the grip just fixed the speech
Means 'quip the silencer
Add you to my hit list
Make moves off Chinese calendars
Aim on Carl Pierre bitch
See you ain't got no style in ya
I can call collect scoop up the Techs
Make sure lay you to rest
I won't leave a mess top shot
Next in your back exit your flesh
Roll weed in roses Yurple got me ghostin
Get more skin than lotion
Hit twice then hocus pocus
No stylist my closet
With horses not Roman
Icy muzzle playing tag
Hit you it leave you frozen
I keep it in motion
Like I ain't even calling calls
I ball til I fall extendo reach you
Like long distant calls
You don't wan nome huh
You ain't for none huh?
You load that hammer pa?
Greet it like, "Qué pasa"
You don't wan none huh
You ain't for none huh?
You load that hammer pa?
Greet it like, "Qué te pasa"
Writer: Paris Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid