Trappin, huh, servin' every chance
Bitch, she a freak, she got a friend, and I'mma pass ha to my mans
Then do the dash, I'm on your ass, I'm movin' fast up in this scat
I got a hundred on the dash, I'm up in traffic, gettin' flat
I push ya back, don't f*ck with that, bro, got a mag
Alright
I'm smokin' gas, I'm feelin' good up in the back
Alright
We chop his head like Devin said, that choppa sprayin
Alright
This off the head, I don't need paper or no lead
Alright
Demon
She a demon off that gas, come f*ck or somethin
Shake that ass, and if it clap, that let me know you up to somethin
Smokin' flavors, you hop in this box, your chest gon' buck or somethin
If you hatin' make a call and bro gon' put you up or somethin, huh
Niggas doin' all that dissin' tell him, slide
I got my fire ah knock it down, your potna come get f*cked around
Like how you dissin' on the net but when you see me tryna smile
He ain't my potna, tryna f*ck your bitch and pass ha to my roun
Dope fien, pill head
Did just what that pill said
Nigga popped a five and tried to slide and his ass still dead
Filled his ass up with lead, body shots and then the head
Knocked off all his dreads, we hit him up, he got a temp fade
Drop yo lo, we at your door like yo P.O
These niggas claim they got a bag when niggas show me more
Your brother died you went to post, but still ain't up the sco
I been the shit since I was lil' check my portfolio
Bro keep a rocket like he arab when we go to war
Doublin my cup to fill with ice when I wan pour me up
Nigga that's that nigga make yo shoulder lean, this ain't no holy water
Hop inside this car we finna slide, don't try to buckle up
Niggas cannot f*ck with us, make a nigga tale to tuck
Bitch I'm like the reaper, creep at night and Ima f*ck ya up
Got a Draco and it got a beam ah give you bubble guts
Got a bad bitch with a fat ass, I told her, suck it up
Kno I want that paper, every night I'm getting faded
I'll f*ck your bitch, she suck my dick and call me later
When she throw it back, she make it clap, I hear ah cadence
Had his bitch up on my dick, I guess that's why he hate me
Guess that's why he hate me
Bitch, I never cared
I'll f*ck your bitch
Nigga know I slay her
She gon' suck my dick past to the click, we tryna share her
Kno I got that switch, I make it click, I got you scared
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Trappin, huh, servin' every chance
Bitch, she a freak, she got a friend, and I'mma pass ha to my mans
Then do the dash, I'm on your ass, I'm movin' fast up in this scat
I got a hundred on the dash, I'm up in traffic, gettin' flat
I push ya back, don't f*ck with that, bro, got a mag
Alright
I'm smokin' gas, I'm feelin' good up in the back
Alright
We chop his head like Devin said, that choppa sprayin
Alright
This off the head, I don't need paper or no lead
Alright
Demon
She a demon off that gas, come f*ck or somethin
Shake that ass, and if it clap, that let me know you up to somethin
Smokin' flavors, you hop in this box, your chest gon' buck or somethin
If you hatin' make a call and bro gon' put you up or somethin, huh
Niggas doin' all that dissin' tell him, slide
I got my fire ah knock it down, your potna come get f*cked around
Like how you dissin' on the net but when you see me tryna smile
He ain't my potna, tryna f*ck your bitch and pass ha to my roun
Dope fien, pill head
Did just what that pill said
Nigga popped a five and tried to slide and his ass still dead
Filled his ass up with lead, body shots and then the head
Knocked off all his dreads, we hit him up, he got a temp fade
Drop yo lo, we at your door like yo P.O
These niggas claim they got a bag when niggas show me more
Your brother died you went to post, but still ain't up the sco
I been the shit since I was lil' check my portfolio
Bro keep a rocket like he arab when we go to war
Doublin my cup to fill with ice when I wan pour me up
Nigga that's that nigga make yo shoulder lean, this ain't no holy water
Hop inside this car we finna slide, don't try to buckle up
Niggas cannot f*ck with us, make a nigga tale to tuck
Bitch I'm like the reaper, creep at night and Ima f*ck ya up
Got a Draco and it got a beam ah give you bubble guts
Got a bad bitch with a fat ass, I told her, suck it up
Kno I want that paper, every night I'm getting faded
I'll f*ck your bitch, she suck my dick and call me later
When she throw it back, she make it clap, I hear ah cadence
Had his bitch up on my dick, I guess that's why he hate me
Guess that's why he hate me
Bitch, I never cared
I'll f*ck your bitch
Nigga know I slay her
She gon' suck my dick past to the click, we tryna share her
Kno I got that switch, I make it click, I got you scared
Bitch, she a freak, she got a friend, and I'mma pass ha to my mans
Then do the dash, I'm on your ass, I'm movin' fast up in this scat
I got a hundred on the dash, I'm up in traffic, gettin' flat
I push ya back, don't f*ck with that, bro, got a mag
Alright
I'm smokin' gas, I'm feelin' good up in the back
Alright
We chop his head like Devin said, that choppa sprayin
Alright
This off the head, I don't need paper or no lead
Alright
Demon
She a demon off that gas, come f*ck or somethin
Shake that ass, and if it clap, that let me know you up to somethin
Smokin' flavors, you hop in this box, your chest gon' buck or somethin
If you hatin' make a call and bro gon' put you up or somethin, huh
Niggas doin' all that dissin' tell him, slide
I got my fire ah knock it down, your potna come get f*cked around
Like how you dissin' on the net but when you see me tryna smile
He ain't my potna, tryna f*ck your bitch and pass ha to my roun
Dope fien, pill head
Did just what that pill said
Nigga popped a five and tried to slide and his ass still dead
Filled his ass up with lead, body shots and then the head
Knocked off all his dreads, we hit him up, he got a temp fade
Drop yo lo, we at your door like yo P.O
These niggas claim they got a bag when niggas show me more
Your brother died you went to post, but still ain't up the sco
I been the shit since I was lil' check my portfolio
Bro keep a rocket like he arab when we go to war
Doublin my cup to fill with ice when I wan pour me up
Nigga that's that nigga make yo shoulder lean, this ain't no holy water
Hop inside this car we finna slide, don't try to buckle up
Niggas cannot f*ck with us, make a nigga tale to tuck
Bitch I'm like the reaper, creep at night and Ima f*ck ya up
Got a Draco and it got a beam ah give you bubble guts
Got a bad bitch with a fat ass, I told her, suck it up
Kno I want that paper, every night I'm getting faded
I'll f*ck your bitch, she suck my dick and call me later
When she throw it back, she make it clap, I hear ah cadence
Had his bitch up on my dick, I guess that's why he hate me
Guess that's why he hate me
Bitch, I never cared
I'll f*ck your bitch
Nigga know I slay her
She gon' suck my dick past to the click, we tryna share her
Kno I got that switch, I make it click, I got you scared
Writer: Baby Jay
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
