Homie see me steppin'
Next day they be body sketchin'
Watch out who you messin'
Before you learn your f*ckin' lesson
I got the heat up on my side
Never need to use it cause I got them guy.
Tell your loved ones that you died
Watch yo words before I catch your lies
F*ck with me and test my grounds
Got big homies movin' mo than pounds
Same ones that be bustin' rounds
Police findin' yo body in mounds
Little bitch
Get to squeezing and poppin' shots
Ah tell em
Make your life a game like we playing slots
Bow bow bow
Only way to stop your bleedin' is bloody clots
What we tell em
Little bitch
End up havin' your body bagged
F*ck you
We'll have yo mama gagged
I said f*ck you
The only way anyone is going to know it's you caused you toe tagged
F*ck you
Little pussy ass.
I
Don't want to get messy
Bitch
Don't get all testy
Bitch
Your
Life if going to get more stressy
Bitch
Yeah
Bitch I ain't being cute
Test me and see whose next that I'm gonna shoot
F*ck around and you'll get to know my boot
I'll do thangs that get me in the orange suit
I ain't trying to befriend you
I just want to end you
Wondering what cemetery they gone send you
Little punk ass
Get to squeezing and poppin' shots
Ah tell em
Make your life a game like we playing slots
Bow bow bow
Only way to stop your bleedin' is bloody clots
What we tell em
Little bitch
End up havin' your body bagged
F*ck you
We'll have yo mama gagged
I said f*ck you
The only way anyone is going to know it's you caused you toe tagged
F*ck you
I got it
I shot it
I need no
Options
Your kids need
Adoptions
I wish I was kidding
You need a casket fitting
Feeling the heat my gun is emitting
I think the bullet holes are befitting
Haha
I'm done wit you
Get to squeezing and poppin' shots
Ah tell em
Make your life a game like we playing slots
Bow bow bow
Only way to stop your bleedin' is bloody clots
What we tell em
Little bitch
End up havin' your body bagged
F*ck you
We'll have yo mama gagged
I said f*ck you
The only way anyone is going to know it's you caused you toe tagged
F*ck you
Little pussy ass.
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Homie see me steppin'
Next day they be body sketchin'
Watch out who you messin'
Before you learn your f*ckin' lesson
I got the heat up on my side
Never need to use it cause I got them guy.
Tell your loved ones that you died
Watch yo words before I catch your lies
F*ck with me and test my grounds
Got big homies movin' mo than pounds
Same ones that be bustin' rounds
Police findin' yo body in mounds
Little bitch
Get to squeezing and poppin' shots
Ah tell em
Make your life a game like we playing slots
Bow bow bow
Only way to stop your bleedin' is bloody clots
What we tell em
Little bitch
End up havin' your body bagged
F*ck you
We'll have yo mama gagged
I said f*ck you
The only way anyone is going to know it's you caused you toe tagged
F*ck you
Little pussy ass.
I
Don't want to get messy
Bitch
Don't get all testy
Bitch
Your
Life if going to get more stressy
Bitch
Yeah
Bitch I ain't being cute
Test me and see whose next that I'm gonna shoot
F*ck around and you'll get to know my boot
I'll do thangs that get me in the orange suit
I ain't trying to befriend you
I just want to end you
Wondering what cemetery they gone send you
Little punk ass
Get to squeezing and poppin' shots
Ah tell em
Make your life a game like we playing slots
Bow bow bow
Only way to stop your bleedin' is bloody clots
What we tell em
Little bitch
End up havin' your body bagged
F*ck you
We'll have yo mama gagged
I said f*ck you
The only way anyone is going to know it's you caused you toe tagged
F*ck you
I got it
I shot it
I need no
Options
Your kids need
Adoptions
I wish I was kidding
You need a casket fitting
Feeling the heat my gun is emitting
I think the bullet holes are befitting
Haha
I'm done wit you
Get to squeezing and poppin' shots
Ah tell em
Make your life a game like we playing slots
Bow bow bow
Only way to stop your bleedin' is bloody clots
What we tell em
Little bitch
End up havin' your body bagged
F*ck you
We'll have yo mama gagged
I said f*ck you
The only way anyone is going to know it's you caused you toe tagged
F*ck you
Little pussy ass.
Next day they be body sketchin'
Watch out who you messin'
Before you learn your f*ckin' lesson
I got the heat up on my side
Never need to use it cause I got them guy.
Tell your loved ones that you died
Watch yo words before I catch your lies
F*ck with me and test my grounds
Got big homies movin' mo than pounds
Same ones that be bustin' rounds
Police findin' yo body in mounds
Little bitch
Get to squeezing and poppin' shots
Ah tell em
Make your life a game like we playing slots
Bow bow bow
Only way to stop your bleedin' is bloody clots
What we tell em
Little bitch
End up havin' your body bagged
F*ck you
We'll have yo mama gagged
I said f*ck you
The only way anyone is going to know it's you caused you toe tagged
F*ck you
Little pussy ass.
I
Don't want to get messy
Bitch
Don't get all testy
Bitch
Your
Life if going to get more stressy
Bitch
Yeah
Bitch I ain't being cute
Test me and see whose next that I'm gonna shoot
F*ck around and you'll get to know my boot
I'll do thangs that get me in the orange suit
I ain't trying to befriend you
I just want to end you
Wondering what cemetery they gone send you
Little punk ass
Get to squeezing and poppin' shots
Ah tell em
Make your life a game like we playing slots
Bow bow bow
Only way to stop your bleedin' is bloody clots
What we tell em
Little bitch
End up havin' your body bagged
F*ck you
We'll have yo mama gagged
I said f*ck you
The only way anyone is going to know it's you caused you toe tagged
F*ck you
I got it
I shot it
I need no
Options
Your kids need
Adoptions
I wish I was kidding
You need a casket fitting
Feeling the heat my gun is emitting
I think the bullet holes are befitting
Haha
I'm done wit you
Get to squeezing and poppin' shots
Ah tell em
Make your life a game like we playing slots
Bow bow bow
Only way to stop your bleedin' is bloody clots
What we tell em
Little bitch
End up havin' your body bagged
F*ck you
We'll have yo mama gagged
I said f*ck you
The only way anyone is going to know it's you caused you toe tagged
F*ck you
Little pussy ass.
Writer: Cody Sierra
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid