Letras
If I get on your ass, who the fuck is gon' stop me
This Glock 17, beat your ass, call it Rocky
With a mask, or bare face, it's whatever with me
You run up on me, leave yo ass in the street
If a fuck, nigga, play automatic disease
Back to back hits, we collectin' them fees
Don't get slimed out, tryna think shit sweet
Run up on me, you get put on a T
Got your bitch suckin' dick in the back of the trap
With a Glock 17 on my motherfuckin' lap right beside
You run up on me, then your ass getting fried
You play with the gang, then your ass gon' die
(Fucking dummy)
(Stupid ass)
Why the fuck, do these fuck niggas move like some goofies
These fuck niggas, getting slimed out for some coochie
I will beat the case but, don't call me no Boosie
This Glock Gen 5, got him singing like Toosi
I ain't fuckin' with niggas, these niggas ain't right
If it's up then, I'm fuckin' your bitch out of spite
Don't tell your left hand what you doin' with the right
Tryna beef on my phone, but I ain't tryna type
I'ma up my gen, I ain't tryna fight This bitch got a flash, make him see the light
Keep thinking we friends, I'ma take your pipe
These niggas be bitches, actin' like some dykes
These niggas be 12, talkin' to the mice
That's the type of shit that really come with my life
My lil niggas jumped off the porch, finna get em' some pipes
Couple licks lined up, we just gotta' hit em' right