Letras
Feel like Yeat, Twisty P, I'm might Double Cup, Run down and hit his dumb ass with a double pump
We in a party lit as hell, I look at Bro he Slump Scar with a 30 mag, boy you know
It's getting dumped A nigga look wrong in the party, you know he
Getting jumped 'SMG with binary trigger, you know his ass
Fucked Walk down on some fine shit, with the four.five tucked
Talking shit, boy I got my squad, you can't fucking duck
A nigga said, smoke up in his bitch, send him up
That nigga dancing up in heaven, know he sent him up
Yeah, we sent his ass up with no reboot Hoe don't want to fuck, I gave her dumb ass
The boot Feel like Bloc boy I see the opps, nigga
Shoot Nigga talking crazy, Irl his ass on
Mute My youngin go crazy, boy he shooting out
The fucking roof Extended mag up on the Drac, boy we might
Just hit at you Turned your squad into a trio, can't fuck with
The crew I'm pulling hundreds out my pocket, throw one at you
It's some wood on the Drac, I call it Baby
Groot five-five-six up in the clip, so I ain't chasing you
I got 20 on me bitch, I look like Kevin Knox I upped the .30 on his ass, bitch I ain't finna
Box Damn, fuck, he got his dumb ass knocked
We full of pieced, his dumb ass, we put em' in a box
Don't know why you took your pants off, you giving top
Don't know why this bitch at the spot, man she a Opp
Gen five with a switch, boy this my fucking Glock Sights on this bitch, so if you try me you getting popped