Two glocks
Spin blocks
Cell rot
Get the homie to bail out
Two glocks
Two of them like boondocks
Turn him indian, red dot
Critical damage, headshot
Coolin, me and my niggas boolin
I got your bitch tuned in
She tryna get a room with me
I'm in the zone, we hooping
I get the rock, I'm shooting
Getting the money we looting
I walk around with a stash on me
I got them doing the dash on me
We made it out with no casualties
Think it's a game it's a fallacy
Thinking about me, your bitch
I'm in the box like I'm Roddy Rich
She said you broke, boy you need a fix
Sucking so good, she talk with a lisp
Walk 'round the crib, she swinging her hips
Do cardio she jump on the dick
I buss her down while I flood my wrist
Premium fighter, diamonds my fist
She with you, made it a mistake
Thieving ass, your bitch I take
Can't escape my robbing ways
Batman done gave me a cape
Make a dent turn him two face
Can't be it, no bitch I chase
Like Tay-K I do the race
Know it's old but it's Not two Late
Even still I'm running the game
Both bleed red, but we not the same
Say I'm lying, let me reign
And I'm what Van Amburgh can not tame
She put on a show
Model for me like she in Vogue
Showing she flexible
In front of me she touching her toes
I'm tryna go
She pull me back like she doing rows
Treating the triggers like lemons
Squeezing them bitches I don't let it go
Two glocks
Spin blocks
Cell rot
Get the homie to bail out
Two glocks
Two of them like boondocks
Turn him indian, red dot
Critical damage, headshot
Coolin, me and my niggas boolin
I got your bitch tuned in
She tryna get a room with me
I'm in the zone, we hooping
I get the rock, I'm shooting
Getting the money we looting
I walk around with a stash on me
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Two glocks
Spin blocks
Cell rot
Get the homie to bail out
Two glocks
Two of them like boondocks
Turn him indian, red dot
Critical damage, headshot
Coolin, me and my niggas boolin
I got your bitch tuned in
She tryna get a room with me
I'm in the zone, we hooping
I get the rock, I'm shooting
Getting the money we looting
I walk around with a stash on me
I got them doing the dash on me
We made it out with no casualties
Think it's a game it's a fallacy
Thinking about me, your bitch
I'm in the box like I'm Roddy Rich
She said you broke, boy you need a fix
Sucking so good, she talk with a lisp
Walk 'round the crib, she swinging her hips
Do cardio she jump on the dick
I buss her down while I flood my wrist
Premium fighter, diamonds my fist
She with you, made it a mistake
Thieving ass, your bitch I take
Can't escape my robbing ways
Batman done gave me a cape
Make a dent turn him two face
Can't be it, no bitch I chase
Like Tay-K I do the race
Know it's old but it's Not two Late
Even still I'm running the game
Both bleed red, but we not the same
Say I'm lying, let me reign
And I'm what Van Amburgh can not tame
She put on a show
Model for me like she in Vogue
Showing she flexible
In front of me she touching her toes
I'm tryna go
She pull me back like she doing rows
Treating the triggers like lemons
Squeezing them bitches I don't let it go
Two glocks
Spin blocks
Cell rot
Get the homie to bail out
Two glocks
Two of them like boondocks
Turn him indian, red dot
Critical damage, headshot
Coolin, me and my niggas boolin
I got your bitch tuned in
She tryna get a room with me
I'm in the zone, we hooping
I get the rock, I'm shooting
Getting the money we looting
I walk around with a stash on me
Spin blocks
Cell rot
Get the homie to bail out
Two glocks
Two of them like boondocks
Turn him indian, red dot
Critical damage, headshot
Coolin, me and my niggas boolin
I got your bitch tuned in
She tryna get a room with me
I'm in the zone, we hooping
I get the rock, I'm shooting
Getting the money we looting
I walk around with a stash on me
I got them doing the dash on me
We made it out with no casualties
Think it's a game it's a fallacy
Thinking about me, your bitch
I'm in the box like I'm Roddy Rich
She said you broke, boy you need a fix
Sucking so good, she talk with a lisp
Walk 'round the crib, she swinging her hips
Do cardio she jump on the dick
I buss her down while I flood my wrist
Premium fighter, diamonds my fist
She with you, made it a mistake
Thieving ass, your bitch I take
Can't escape my robbing ways
Batman done gave me a cape
Make a dent turn him two face
Can't be it, no bitch I chase
Like Tay-K I do the race
Know it's old but it's Not two Late
Even still I'm running the game
Both bleed red, but we not the same
Say I'm lying, let me reign
And I'm what Van Amburgh can not tame
She put on a show
Model for me like she in Vogue
Showing she flexible
In front of me she touching her toes
I'm tryna go
She pull me back like she doing rows
Treating the triggers like lemons
Squeezing them bitches I don't let it go
Two glocks
Spin blocks
Cell rot
Get the homie to bail out
Two glocks
Two of them like boondocks
Turn him indian, red dot
Critical damage, headshot
Coolin, me and my niggas boolin
I got your bitch tuned in
She tryna get a room with me
I'm in the zone, we hooping
I get the rock, I'm shooting
Getting the money we looting
I walk around with a stash on me
Writer: Jaydon Marley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid