I took a crew of lil' niggas, made some killers
If you don't shoot then we gon' leave yo' ass with him
If I give Rie that look, then you cooked, noodles spilling, damn
Sorry momma, baby won't be home for dinner, shoot from both sides, this ain't monkey in the middle
12 gauge heavy handed, bitch punch you in the temple, boy you should've been a nose, 'ol running ass nigga
I'm a shooter but my type of shot don't come after a dribble
Eyes forward 'fore I blow em out the socket, look
This bitch big, I can't fit it in my pocket, bro gave a hoe the glizzy
Now he grinning in the party, wop, pop six, that was just to get me started, hold up
Stay quiet drop shit we don't argue, put a cop in a box, I ain't marching
Last one was sloppy as f*ck, but they ain't solve it, I don't watch the news
But I bet his ass was on it, ooh, glizzy dance on they bitch ass, fourth and Fifth body
Blew the whip until that bitch crashed, I'm finna take they ass on a chase bro, sit back
On baby, If I owe you something, you ain't getting shit back
On baby, I can hold a grudge forever, but don't shit last, I'm finna whoop my gun ass, it just kicked back
Riding 'round with a 30 on me, you can get half, up, and shoot you dead in yo' shit, f*ck a shit bag
Look like he doing that T-Pain dance, blow his shit back, ain't talking 'bout no f*ckin' beer cans, I'm off a six pack
F*ck spinning blocks, you go'n die where you live at, on the internet you had a gun where that shit at
His mouth running, nigga f*ck all that talking, kill him mid word, he can say it in a coffin
Early morning, wake up, eat pills, f*ck coffee, early warning, reach on this stage ima off you, bitch
I took a crew of lil niggas made some killers,
If You don't shoot then we gon leave yo ass with him
If I give Rie that look Then you cooked
Noodles spilling damn
Sorry momma baby won't be home for dinner
Shootin from both sides this ain't monkey in the middle 12 gauge heavy handed bitch punch you in the temple boy you should've been a nose ol running ass nigga
I'm a shooter but my type of shot don't come after a dribble
I took a crew of lil' niggas, made some killers
If you don't shoot then we gon' leave yo' ass with him
If I give Rie that look, then you cooked, noodles spilling, damn
Sorry momma, baby won't be home for dinner, shoot from both sides, this ain't monkey in the middle
12 gauge heavy handed, bitch punch you in the temple, boy you should've been a nose, 'ol running ass nigga
I'm a shooter but my type of shot don't come after a dribble
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I took a crew of lil' niggas, made some killers
If you don't shoot then we gon' leave yo' ass with him
If I give Rie that look, then you cooked, noodles spilling, damn
Sorry momma, baby won't be home for dinner, shoot from both sides, this ain't monkey in the middle
12 gauge heavy handed, bitch punch you in the temple, boy you should've been a nose, 'ol running ass nigga
I'm a shooter but my type of shot don't come after a dribble
Eyes forward 'fore I blow em out the socket, look
This bitch big, I can't fit it in my pocket, bro gave a hoe the glizzy
Now he grinning in the party, wop, pop six, that was just to get me started, hold up
Stay quiet drop shit we don't argue, put a cop in a box, I ain't marching
Last one was sloppy as f*ck, but they ain't solve it, I don't watch the news
But I bet his ass was on it, ooh, glizzy dance on they bitch ass, fourth and Fifth body
Blew the whip until that bitch crashed, I'm finna take they ass on a chase bro, sit back
On baby, If I owe you something, you ain't getting shit back
On baby, I can hold a grudge forever, but don't shit last, I'm finna whoop my gun ass, it just kicked back
Riding 'round with a 30 on me, you can get half, up, and shoot you dead in yo' shit, f*ck a shit bag
Look like he doing that T-Pain dance, blow his shit back, ain't talking 'bout no f*ckin' beer cans, I'm off a six pack
F*ck spinning blocks, you go'n die where you live at, on the internet you had a gun where that shit at
His mouth running, nigga f*ck all that talking, kill him mid word, he can say it in a coffin
Early morning, wake up, eat pills, f*ck coffee, early warning, reach on this stage ima off you, bitch
I took a crew of lil niggas made some killers,
If You don't shoot then we gon leave yo ass with him
If I give Rie that look Then you cooked
Noodles spilling damn
Sorry momma baby won't be home for dinner
Shootin from both sides this ain't monkey in the middle 12 gauge heavy handed bitch punch you in the temple boy you should've been a nose ol running ass nigga
I'm a shooter but my type of shot don't come after a dribble
I took a crew of lil' niggas, made some killers
If you don't shoot then we gon' leave yo' ass with him
If I give Rie that look, then you cooked, noodles spilling, damn
Sorry momma, baby won't be home for dinner, shoot from both sides, this ain't monkey in the middle
12 gauge heavy handed, bitch punch you in the temple, boy you should've been a nose, 'ol running ass nigga
I'm a shooter but my type of shot don't come after a dribble
If you don't shoot then we gon' leave yo' ass with him
If I give Rie that look, then you cooked, noodles spilling, damn
Sorry momma, baby won't be home for dinner, shoot from both sides, this ain't monkey in the middle
12 gauge heavy handed, bitch punch you in the temple, boy you should've been a nose, 'ol running ass nigga
I'm a shooter but my type of shot don't come after a dribble
Eyes forward 'fore I blow em out the socket, look
This bitch big, I can't fit it in my pocket, bro gave a hoe the glizzy
Now he grinning in the party, wop, pop six, that was just to get me started, hold up
Stay quiet drop shit we don't argue, put a cop in a box, I ain't marching
Last one was sloppy as f*ck, but they ain't solve it, I don't watch the news
But I bet his ass was on it, ooh, glizzy dance on they bitch ass, fourth and Fifth body
Blew the whip until that bitch crashed, I'm finna take they ass on a chase bro, sit back
On baby, If I owe you something, you ain't getting shit back
On baby, I can hold a grudge forever, but don't shit last, I'm finna whoop my gun ass, it just kicked back
Riding 'round with a 30 on me, you can get half, up, and shoot you dead in yo' shit, f*ck a shit bag
Look like he doing that T-Pain dance, blow his shit back, ain't talking 'bout no f*ckin' beer cans, I'm off a six pack
F*ck spinning blocks, you go'n die where you live at, on the internet you had a gun where that shit at
His mouth running, nigga f*ck all that talking, kill him mid word, he can say it in a coffin
Early morning, wake up, eat pills, f*ck coffee, early warning, reach on this stage ima off you, bitch
I took a crew of lil niggas made some killers,
If You don't shoot then we gon leave yo ass with him
If I give Rie that look Then you cooked
Noodles spilling damn
Sorry momma baby won't be home for dinner
Shootin from both sides this ain't monkey in the middle 12 gauge heavy handed bitch punch you in the temple boy you should've been a nose ol running ass nigga
I'm a shooter but my type of shot don't come after a dribble
I took a crew of lil' niggas, made some killers
If you don't shoot then we gon' leave yo' ass with him
If I give Rie that look, then you cooked, noodles spilling, damn
Sorry momma, baby won't be home for dinner, shoot from both sides, this ain't monkey in the middle
12 gauge heavy handed, bitch punch you in the temple, boy you should've been a nose, 'ol running ass nigga
I'm a shooter but my type of shot don't come after a dribble
Writer: CEDRIC MCCLAIN JR.
Copyright: Lyrics © TRACK BANDITZ ENT.
Copyright: Lyrics © TRACK BANDITZ ENT.