Lyrics
Made a beat I'm boutta kill it
Need a heat got a skillet
Frying pan
Swear to god I been wylin man
Finding him
I got a chop boutta sniper him
Sniping him off the roof
Off a xan boutta shoot
Pop a xan get it loose
So I gotta get back to you
Feel like I'm yeat saying sorry about it
He want some smoke well I really doubt it
Got bread on yo head
More than a thousand
You boutta be dead
Put you in the ground soon
Hit him with the stick send him off the world
Fucking that bitch I make her my girl
Get out and stay out the way
Imma pop out with a K
Where the fuck is 808
Where 808
Purposely bring it in late
Really be hopping on beats that I make
Really be riding with heat every day
Every day, Every day, Every day
Ride with a K
Walk down let it spray
The glock getting him out the way
I pick up and kick out the yay, hooray
I'm boutta party
I'm ballin' like Jordan you Scotty
I'm fucking that bitch she a thottie
She bad as the fuck got a body
Bad bitch got ass
Ready to throw all the cash
She boutta shake that shit fast
She shaking that ass she bad as the fuck
Know you a stripper don't matter wussup
Take you to the crib and show you wussup
I told that lil bitch better shut up
Walk down with a cutter
Really came out the gutter
Young thug with my Gunna
Really wishing you would run up
Run up, come around here you get done up
I ride with the heat til the sun up
You say you about it then be bout it
The chop getting mad boutta eat bout it
I'm squeezing the fye Imma keep at it
Keep at it, you know I won't let up
Slide on his block he get wet up
223s and Berettas