歌词
[Intro]
Young Chop on the beat
Yeah
They told to come back on another bars, you hear me?
I'ma do it though
This ain't 52, but it's bars
Bow (Let's get it)
Bow (Let's get it)
Bow
[Verse 1]
Body bag, body bag
Foe'nem, they don chopped his ass
No parole, but the pole I got, it done dropped his ass
No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag
Drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat
Coppas on my ass and shit, ain't do it , innocent
Niggas know my resume, 30 poppa Bay Bay kid
You don't know who Bay Bay is? 46, Woodlawn
OTF the family, even my barber tapin' shit
Uzi spit, got a deal
Coolin' with my movie *****
Movie clip, for a opp nigga or a goofy *****
Get head from my groupie *****
You wifin' hoes, you losin' it
Thinkin' you aluminum, you would get stretched, bag, homicide
Police at my baby shower
Sup 'Lo, before your ass was born I saved a 900 thou
Dede on his savage shit, you know that boy be wildin' out
You know I bring savage out
Lurkin' like, why they hidin' out
Drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down
Bro'nem gotta be bonding out
Me and my ***** we bonding now
No cass, but that Mac I got that ***** work condom style
I spit crack like Bobby Brown
They know I'm a problem child
Wifin, we don't do that shit, that shit be trifling
Cause the same ***** that eat the ****, like she dyking
Lovin hoes, but the same ***** we put the pipe in
She sucking ****, that's same ***** you give goodnight kiss
Sucka, yo ass a sucka, Superman
If I can't make you dance I bet that uzi can
Backflip, if you front your move when that Mac spit
All I know is drill, drill, drill on my Pac shit
[Interlude]
5 (Yeah!), 4 (Yeah!), 3 (Yeah!), 2..
I'm Back In!
[Verse 2]
My shootas gonna shoot some shit
Ruthless shit cause we do this shit
Black girls on some spooky shit
Droppin' shit, we go through some shit
Red light, red tape, caught a couple Ls on some goofy shit
Goofy niggas claiming shit, niggas ain't even do this shit
OTF 300, 3hunna, no that be GBE
Body count with the opps we on the top cause we stay in the lead
Don't lack, it crack, no Chris Paul my Clippers give him 3
You betta at Tennessee, I ain't talking Tennessee
********, robbin shit
Masked up like I'm Dracula, mobbin shit, no Gucci Mane, niggas know that we cashin' up
Twister with the blicky it's black and it spins fast as ****
Niggas rapped a life time, who'd eva thought I'd pass em' up
I'm from West Hyde and we ********
Where shortys be posted in cuts in them gangways
Crangin' niggas, police ass niggas call em ranger niggas
Free my nigga Richie Rich, he be so quick to change a nigga
[Outro]
Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Feelin' good
**** 'em
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