Beat him like Mike Tyson
16 I was fighting
Driving with no license
These niggas style biting
Sip purple like a Viking
The opps be hiding, hiking
I get money, surviving
These hoes not exciting
I got guap on guap (Aye)
I got rocks on rocks
Make him diddy bop (Aye)
We got shots on shots
And I make her panties drop (Aye)
I got smops on smops
Hunnid rounds on the glock (Aye)
We gon' make em walk
He is not a threat I know that he's gon' call the cops
I feel just like Tupac 'cause I thug with the glocks
He thought that was his bitch but she f*cking the whole block (Wow)
I feel like Lil Jay I will diddy bop on your block
In Atlanta, and I'm balling hard like the Hawks
I'm rocking all white like Matt Ox
Bitch like a car she drop the top
He ain't no shooter he ain't shot
We all know you capping just stop
I trust a opp before I trust a smop
I don't need you bitch f*ck co-op
We line 'em up like barbershops
Beat him like Mike Tyson
16 I was fighting
Driving with no license
These niggas style biting
Sip purple like a Viking
The opps be hiding, hiking
I get money, surviving
These hoes not exciting
I got guap on guap (Aye)
I got rocks on rocks
Make him diddy bop (Aye)
We got shots on shots
And I make her panties drop (Aye)
I got smops on smops
Hunnid rounds on the glock (Aye)
We gon' make em walk
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Beat him like Mike Tyson
16 I was fighting
Driving with no license
These niggas style biting
Sip purple like a Viking
The opps be hiding, hiking
I get money, surviving
These hoes not exciting
I got guap on guap (Aye)
I got rocks on rocks
Make him diddy bop (Aye)
We got shots on shots
And I make her panties drop (Aye)
I got smops on smops
Hunnid rounds on the glock (Aye)
We gon' make em walk
He is not a threat I know that he's gon' call the cops
I feel just like Tupac 'cause I thug with the glocks
He thought that was his bitch but she f*cking the whole block (Wow)
I feel like Lil Jay I will diddy bop on your block
In Atlanta, and I'm balling hard like the Hawks
I'm rocking all white like Matt Ox
Bitch like a car she drop the top
He ain't no shooter he ain't shot
We all know you capping just stop
I trust a opp before I trust a smop
I don't need you bitch f*ck co-op
We line 'em up like barbershops
Beat him like Mike Tyson
16 I was fighting
Driving with no license
These niggas style biting
Sip purple like a Viking
The opps be hiding, hiking
I get money, surviving
These hoes not exciting
I got guap on guap (Aye)
I got rocks on rocks
Make him diddy bop (Aye)
We got shots on shots
And I make her panties drop (Aye)
I got smops on smops
Hunnid rounds on the glock (Aye)
We gon' make em walk
16 I was fighting
Driving with no license
These niggas style biting
Sip purple like a Viking
The opps be hiding, hiking
I get money, surviving
These hoes not exciting
I got guap on guap (Aye)
I got rocks on rocks
Make him diddy bop (Aye)
We got shots on shots
And I make her panties drop (Aye)
I got smops on smops
Hunnid rounds on the glock (Aye)
We gon' make em walk
He is not a threat I know that he's gon' call the cops
I feel just like Tupac 'cause I thug with the glocks
He thought that was his bitch but she f*cking the whole block (Wow)
I feel like Lil Jay I will diddy bop on your block
In Atlanta, and I'm balling hard like the Hawks
I'm rocking all white like Matt Ox
Bitch like a car she drop the top
He ain't no shooter he ain't shot
We all know you capping just stop
I trust a opp before I trust a smop
I don't need you bitch f*ck co-op
We line 'em up like barbershops
Beat him like Mike Tyson
16 I was fighting
Driving with no license
These niggas style biting
Sip purple like a Viking
The opps be hiding, hiking
I get money, surviving
These hoes not exciting
I got guap on guap (Aye)
I got rocks on rocks
Make him diddy bop (Aye)
We got shots on shots
And I make her panties drop (Aye)
I got smops on smops
Hunnid rounds on the glock (Aye)
We gon' make em walk
Writer: Tristan Irvin
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