[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Ayy, Sean John drip when I walk in the porch
NLE, top shotta
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Don dada
Ayy, ayy, cook that shit up, Quay
Oh, that's my nigga, I ain't even know this one of his beats (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
(Tahj Money)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
Sean John drip when I walk in the porch
House so big that it look like a fort
Smack him with the pistol, pussy nigga, you a dork (Brrt, brrt)
Pussy-ass nigga, you are not off the porch
Give him a grave, yeah, my nigga gon' dig it
Put the lean in my cup and you know I'ma sip it
Bitch, I'm gone off this 30, I think that I'm trippin'
I'm so high in this bitch, thought my heart was my kidney
Your niggas, they bitches, they coming up missin' (Ayy)
My chopper got fifty, I shoot 'til it's empty (Ayy)
This bitch here a fully, you totin' a semi (Ayy)
I'm countin' up commas, completin' my sentence (Ayy)
Thе way that I'm livin', pop out in your city
She suck on my balls while I grip on her tittiеs
He say he gon' kill me, your nigga like Ricky
Give him shots like a waitress, we leavin' him tipsy
Keep them sticks up like them blind folks
You say I'm a bitch, you lyin', ho
Bring home a soul when we slide, thirty shots up out this nine, ho
Want me to kick it? Got no time, ho
But you can suck it anytime, though
Pull it out and skeet up on her face, I made her eyes close
Wockhardt in the cup, shit hit like Rocky
Look at me in the picture with a gun, you won't scare nobody
I ain't even wanna do it, but I caught another body
Bad bitch, go to Ole Miss, she a hottie-tottie
Overdose in this bitch, I just popped another Roxy (Ooh)
Oops, I ain't mean to say that, don't tell nobody (Ayy)
Woke up in the hospital, fucked on the doctor (Ayy)
I was up in juvenile, eatin' chichis and latke (Ayy)
Who gon' stop me? They say I'm a stopper (Ayy)
Shot him, shot the friend, now his body on top of him (Ayy)
Hundred-some shots, demolish him
Bitch, I'ma polish him
Shot in the mouth, he was hollerin' (Brrt)
Bitch, I'm 'bout murder, my tolerance
My bullets, they swallow him (Brrt)
You eatin' these bullets, lil' nigga, you gobbling
We give him a mullet like we was just barbering
I smoke me a 'Wood and I drop out my heart and shit
I'm late for my show, bitch, they call me a tardian
Fucked up in the head, I'll shoot at your guardian
Off the Henny, but I wanna know where Bacardi at
Too much of these drugs, I'm falling in Cartier
Tryna rob me, then you gonna be sorry then
I'ma look for your soul, I'ma take it, can't get it back
Ayy, pussy-ass nigga, this shit ain't a joke
Why the fuck you got a gun? I'ma take your pole
If you get in the business, I'ma shoot your nose
If a nigga want beef, I'ma kill your bro
Baby Mexico with the pole, vamanos
Don't need no bullets, let all of 'em blow
Bitch, I'm runnin' this beat, you signin' my blood
I'm fresh out the dirt, but I'm sippin' on mud
I just caught me a lack, I'ma put it on dub
My brother, he Blood, but I'm callin' him cuz
Had to C-walk 'fore I dumped my clip
'Cause I did my dirt for Crip
Them niggas, they sayin' we dipped
How we run when we upped off the hip?
And y'all was the niggas that was doin' them flips
Shot him in his neck, bullet came out his lips
For all of the opps, this shit here a PSA
I shoot shit for real, I might go to the NBA
Why the fuck would I scuffle? My Drac in my duffle
You think we gon' scuffle? pop him like a bubble
You scared of niggas, my niggas my brothers
If one of 'em gon' cross me, on God, I'ma bust 'em
This shit off the muscle
[Outro]
Shit off the muscle
NLE the top shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Nigga play, swear to God, it's gon' be murder, on God
Fuck you, bitch
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