We on his ass, don't do no runnin' 5-5-6, done hit His head, he said he think that lil Kay coming
Man, he tried me like a scram, so when I come
Don't do no runnin'
Man, Tommy, so damn tight hilfiger how to hit you With this cutter
Man, 50 sent ass bitch cant cop a zip she tryna
Set me up
Switchy on my shotgun, if you reach, I gotta
Let it bust It's chilly, bitch I'm cold, man, f*ck
Your partner, that nigga hella dust
He try to steal my shit, but Rosa Parks, man
I ain't gettin' up
Qadai throwin' fours, that nigga throwed
He'll cut your ass with leather, bitch, don't
Piss me off I ain't take my meds, I choke you with a Sweater
F*ck them goofy bitches, poppin pussy, they don't Know no better
Slimey ain't no nose, I smoke that zot, it got
Me feelin' better
Last nigga spoke on Kay and we didn't know that Nigga end up dead
Before we play hokey, pokey that bullet, hit that Nigga head
Russian roulette with these bullets,
There go his head
I ain't on that sap shit, but like toosie
I'm back from the dead
Switchy on that shotgun, try to take it your ass, Gon' look retarded
Tried to pull her pants down, it smell funny, ask The bitch who farted
Man, big YBS
That scoom gang shit we go retarded
Said she want hellcats and SRTs, she must not Know who bought it
Bitch, I stop screaming BDK, they don't know you, Nobody dyin
Goofy bitch, she actin' slow, hell nah, this ain't Rocker science
Man, goofy bitch, get out your phone, bitch, I Don't know nobody
Bitch, get out my face before I motherf*ckin' (Shhh) somebody
Beefin' on the net, pussy boy, you might as well Shoot your phone
Chopper got a kickback, I ain't mean it, too late, Hit his dome
He won't liquor in his casket pourin' acid, go Through his phone
Beggin' bout a bitch I hit last year, she don't even Call my phone
Bitch, I said, don't run, we gon' catch you, let me Smack your dome
Their goal is Braylon, look, they smack him, then He hit his chrome
Nigga, I don't even give a f*ck, I'll piss all on your Kidney stones
And your partner's still beggin' for some air, I bet
That nigga gone
50 cant ass bitch cant cop a Zip, she tryna set me Up
Switchy on my shotgun, if you reach, I gotta let it Bust
It's chilly, bitch, I'm cold man, f*ck your partner, That nigga hella dust
They tired to steal my shit, but, Rosa Parks, man, I ain't gettin' up
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We on his ass, don't do no runnin' 5-5-6, done hit His head, he said he think that lil Kay coming
Man, he tried me like a scram, so when I come
Don't do no runnin'
Man, Tommy, so damn tight hilfiger how to hit you With this cutter
Man, 50 sent ass bitch cant cop a zip she tryna
Set me up
Switchy on my shotgun, if you reach, I gotta
Let it bust It's chilly, bitch I'm cold, man, f*ck
Your partner, that nigga hella dust
He try to steal my shit, but Rosa Parks, man
I ain't gettin' up
Qadai throwin' fours, that nigga throwed
He'll cut your ass with leather, bitch, don't
Piss me off I ain't take my meds, I choke you with a Sweater
F*ck them goofy bitches, poppin pussy, they don't Know no better
Slimey ain't no nose, I smoke that zot, it got
Me feelin' better
Last nigga spoke on Kay and we didn't know that Nigga end up dead
Before we play hokey, pokey that bullet, hit that Nigga head
Russian roulette with these bullets,
There go his head
I ain't on that sap shit, but like toosie
I'm back from the dead
Switchy on that shotgun, try to take it your ass, Gon' look retarded
Tried to pull her pants down, it smell funny, ask The bitch who farted
Man, big YBS
That scoom gang shit we go retarded
Said she want hellcats and SRTs, she must not Know who bought it
Bitch, I stop screaming BDK, they don't know you, Nobody dyin
Goofy bitch, she actin' slow, hell nah, this ain't Rocker science
Man, goofy bitch, get out your phone, bitch, I Don't know nobody
Bitch, get out my face before I motherf*ckin' (Shhh) somebody
Beefin' on the net, pussy boy, you might as well Shoot your phone
Chopper got a kickback, I ain't mean it, too late, Hit his dome
He won't liquor in his casket pourin' acid, go Through his phone
Beggin' bout a bitch I hit last year, she don't even Call my phone
Bitch, I said, don't run, we gon' catch you, let me Smack your dome
Their goal is Braylon, look, they smack him, then He hit his chrome
Nigga, I don't even give a f*ck, I'll piss all on your Kidney stones
And your partner's still beggin' for some air, I bet
That nigga gone
50 cant ass bitch cant cop a Zip, she tryna set me Up
Switchy on my shotgun, if you reach, I gotta let it Bust
It's chilly, bitch, I'm cold man, f*ck your partner, That nigga hella dust
They tired to steal my shit, but, Rosa Parks, man, I ain't gettin' up
Man, he tried me like a scram, so when I come
Don't do no runnin'
Man, Tommy, so damn tight hilfiger how to hit you With this cutter
Man, 50 sent ass bitch cant cop a zip she tryna
Set me up
Switchy on my shotgun, if you reach, I gotta
Let it bust It's chilly, bitch I'm cold, man, f*ck
Your partner, that nigga hella dust
He try to steal my shit, but Rosa Parks, man
I ain't gettin' up
Qadai throwin' fours, that nigga throwed
He'll cut your ass with leather, bitch, don't
Piss me off I ain't take my meds, I choke you with a Sweater
F*ck them goofy bitches, poppin pussy, they don't Know no better
Slimey ain't no nose, I smoke that zot, it got
Me feelin' better
Last nigga spoke on Kay and we didn't know that Nigga end up dead
Before we play hokey, pokey that bullet, hit that Nigga head
Russian roulette with these bullets,
There go his head
I ain't on that sap shit, but like toosie
I'm back from the dead
Switchy on that shotgun, try to take it your ass, Gon' look retarded
Tried to pull her pants down, it smell funny, ask The bitch who farted
Man, big YBS
That scoom gang shit we go retarded
Said she want hellcats and SRTs, she must not Know who bought it
Bitch, I stop screaming BDK, they don't know you, Nobody dyin
Goofy bitch, she actin' slow, hell nah, this ain't Rocker science
Man, goofy bitch, get out your phone, bitch, I Don't know nobody
Bitch, get out my face before I motherf*ckin' (Shhh) somebody
Beefin' on the net, pussy boy, you might as well Shoot your phone
Chopper got a kickback, I ain't mean it, too late, Hit his dome
He won't liquor in his casket pourin' acid, go Through his phone
Beggin' bout a bitch I hit last year, she don't even Call my phone
Bitch, I said, don't run, we gon' catch you, let me Smack your dome
Their goal is Braylon, look, they smack him, then He hit his chrome
Nigga, I don't even give a f*ck, I'll piss all on your Kidney stones
And your partner's still beggin' for some air, I bet
That nigga gone
50 cant ass bitch cant cop a Zip, she tryna set me Up
Switchy on my shotgun, if you reach, I gotta let it Bust
It's chilly, bitch, I'm cold man, f*ck your partner, That nigga hella dust
They tired to steal my shit, but, Rosa Parks, man, I ain't gettin' up
Writer: Kay Dixon
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