Letras
Dreads down run up on me I don't need a ski
Dreads down cut with it gang gang Run up on me
I don't need a ski, I put my dreads down
Hopping out the bushes with the nine, I put his man's down
Rest up, put that little nigga on a t-shirt murder to his ass
Fuck the talking that's what he wrote
He tryna go party pop out, bitch you know
I'm there with it damn nigga
How the fuck you try to run upstairs with it
Boy, you a bitch nigga gon' make me load the clip
Nigga we like them gorillas, oh, he mad, rinse his rag out
Cops come around, what he saying? lost count uh
Bitch I'm seeing red, moving quiet like a mouse, uh
Cut his neck off, I put a bag on his head, uh
Tell me what he said, do the dash on his mans, uh
Out the car, spin his head, ship it out to Mars, bitch
I'm on feet with it, running down with a AR, bitch
Dreads slanging, bitch, you know that I'm the top slider
Thinking I wasn't gon' slide, bitch, I'm they provider
Put my hood on, I chase him down, while his ass out
Get his man's, I'm on his ass, tell me who gon' cash out
Block, nigga, bitch, we fry niggas, get they chicken fried
Bitch, it ain't no timeout, can't get him off my mind now
Have his eyes stuck, make him twitch while I'm running up
Fill his ass with bullets
Keep shooting, that bitch Ain't had enough
Ten to twenty, like, hold on, shit ain't adding up
Bitch, I need fifty, I need sixty, keep on shooting up
I ain't tryna play, fuck that nigga tryna race for
Keep on running, bitch, I'll shoot this mag at your front door
Run up on me, I don't need a ski, I put my dreads down
Hopping out the bushes with the nine, I put his mans down
Rest up, put that little nigga on a T-shirt
Murder to his ass, fuck the talking, that's what he wrote
He tryna go party, pop out, bitch, you know I'm there with it damn
Nigga, how the fuck you try to run upstairs With it
Boy, you a bitch, nigga, gon' make me load the clip
Nigga we like them gorillas, oh, he mad, rinse his rag out
Cops come around, what he saying? lost count, uh
Bitch, I'm seeing red, moving quiet like a mouse, uh
Cut his neck off, I put a bag on his head, uh
Tell me what he said, do the dash on his mans, uh
Nigga's never slid for real, why the fuck they lying
Uh playing on my top, shoot the blurr, people dying, uh
Bitch, it ain't no sleep, when it's war, we go shot for shot
Catch him at the shop, he dropped his lo, we got the drop on him
Chicken noodle soup, do a hit back in the booth
With it Dead nigga, dissing on the dead, he a dead nigga
Bitch, I whack shit, I eat the trigger like it's Pac-Man
Bitch, I whack shit, I eat the trigger like it's, huh, huh