Letras
Rip him apart like in that car these hollow's rip him Apart
Dropping my set you know that, it's up
Nigga's on hots I'm booming shit up
Knockers inside the back of the truck
I'm upping that shit, I ain't keeping it tucked
Jacking they ball, we outside with it
Pull up on the right side, nigga's be timid
Load up the deuce, they know what I'm hittin
Them blocks be hot, but we keep on bending
I-Itchin a face shot, body go missin'
Totin' that big shit, have him go missin'
Don't run, don't trip, spinning them blocks
Catch me an opp like, go fishing
Word to my dead, nigga's be pussy
Ain't shooing shit up like, they rookies
All on my dino, but thrashing it up, like, uh-uh
I'm running this show like
Smoking the opps they stay on the run
Keep popping that shit without no gun
Nigga's ain't putting that pain in
Like who that? tryna Go back him a clue
Bitch, I go down with the deuce like, backing shit Out of the shoe
Nigga's ain't drilling, like how I do
Pull out that fye, Give them a boost like
Back up who's next, Christian Dior I'm rocking a check like
Y'all wack no facts, see me a opp I dump out the Mag like
Who that in that car these hollow's gon' rip him apart Like
These hollow's gon' rip him apart like
These hollow's Gon' rip him apart like
Dropping my set you know that
It's up nigga's on Hots, I'm booming shit up
Knockers inside the back of the truck
I'm upping that Shit, I ain't keeping it tucked
Jacking they ball, we outside with it
Pull up on the right side, niggas be timid
Load up the deuce, they know what I'm hitting
Them blocks be hot, but we keep on bending
I-Iitchin' a face shot, y'all body go missin'
Totin' that big shit, have them go missin'
Don't run, don't trip, spinning them blocks
Catch me a opp like, go fishing
Word to my dead nigga's be pussy
Ain't shooting shit up like, they rookies
All on my dino, but thrashing it up, like
Uh-uh, I'm running this show, like
Hello, I came to the party late but I seen them Running man
Bitche's just ducking and dodging their face
It ain't Beef bitche's just cutting hand's
I left the nigga alone, because he beat he's fucking My hologram
Packing a punch rolling all in my leaf bitch
I'm lit Bitch guess it's a hologram
Bitch, I'ma keep on bending send one of hit man
To Appear on your canvas
All of my troops had attention been on your hits
And she want some attention
I'm all bout my bread and I'm sending my folks
The fuck is you jacking? you don't even know
Bitch, I put bread in your pockets
I was the reason You never went broke
I step out with my brothers I'm acting a fool
Boom, boom, boom
Run, run, move I'll have your bitch hit a high note
Like it's a choir at school
Bitch, I'ma tweet if you ain't shaking no ass
Matter of fact, I'ma make your bitch viral
Who on me? nigga pull up matter of fact
Let me call Up the nigga big cimo
Dropping my set you know that, it's up
Nigga's on hots I'm booming shit up
Knockers inside the back of the truck
I'm upping that shit, I ain't keeping it tucked
Jacking they ball, we outside with it
Pull up on the right side, nigga's be timid
Load up the deuce, they know what I'm hittin
Them blocks be hot, but we keep on bending
I-Itchin a face shot, body go missin'
Totin' that big shit, have him go missin'
Don't run, don't trip, spinning them blocks
Catch me an opp like, go fishing
Word to my dead, nigga's be pussy
Ain't shooing shit up like, they rookies
All on my dino, but thrashing it up, like, uh-uh
I'm running this show like