Letras
You try to run I'ma cock my gat and flash you
Deep, deep in them bushes, see?
I'm scoping with that red dot
You, you try to run I'ma cock my gat and flash you
Deep, deep in them bushes, see?
I'm scoping with that, with that, with that
Lil' bitch you damn fine
This a million dollar blanket
On my damn job
If you want it come and take it
She love gangstas
That's VVVS's in the face
Bitch, I'm the bad guy
Black the tints and get to dumpin'
Shit get icky, icky Vicky
Sick and twisted
Wicked, wicked
Finger flicking through a ticket
Straight Balenci' on my bitches
This that mob ties
Jump out that classic '65
That bitch got frog eyes (classic)
Up the thumper get to drumming
That whole block died (fye, fye)
I popped the trunk up off the front
Then made the Glock cry (let's go)
Bitch, fuck that talkin' outta yo neck I beat up my chest (fuck it)
You try to run I'ma cock my gat and flash you
Deep, deep in them bushes, see?
I'm scoping with that red dot
You, you try to run I'ma cock my gat and flash you
Deep, deep in them bushes, see?
I'm scoping with that, with that, with that
Baby, I ain't got shit for you but these lil' rubber bands
You being friendly wit fuck boys that's that shit I can't stand
Its fuck the other side, if you with them then fuck you too
I ain't got shit for you if them broke boys could touch you too
Bitch, this the dirty matrix, all my bills got dirty faces
I don't throw hands no more, when shit gets hot it's murder cases
He ain't no thug, I got the pin, he from the 'burbs, lil' baby (he from the 'burbs)
She love a gangster that take her places and pack the bases
Damn fine
This a million dollar blanket
On my damn job
If you want it come and take it
She love gangstas
That's VVS's in the face