Baddie baddie, shot o clock
We taking shots, that boy got shot
If I hear that you a opp, you getting popped
Man that's on God
Man I love spinnin my opps
Won't never stop until I drop
Sent that ho to set you up
You dropped yo drawls and you got shot
Man stop capping to that hoe
Like you get money
Boy you a bot
Man the city know you broke
Aint got no money, you went out sad
Every nigga spoke on me
They caught a tee
Now they can't speak
Im the reaper in the streets
I'll steal that nigga car and make em walk in the heat
Hunnid round, 2hunnid round
That boy died for dissin me
Caught that boy and did em bad
We took them jordans off his feet
Bet he wont speak on me no more
Caught that nigga praying to the Lord but God won't say you
Well not this time
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Baddie baddie, shot o clock
We taking shots, that boy got shot
If I hear that you a opp, you getting popped
Man that's on God
Man I love spinnin my opps
Won't never stop until I drop
Sent that ho to set you up
You dropped yo drawls and you got shot
Man stop capping to that hoe
Like you get money
Boy you a bot
Man the city know you broke
Aint got no money, you went out sad
Every nigga spoke on me
They caught a tee
Now they can't speak
Im the reaper in the streets
I'll steal that nigga car and make em walk in the heat
Hunnid round, 2hunnid round
That boy died for dissin me
Caught that boy and did em bad
We took them jordans off his feet
Bet he wont speak on me no more
Caught that nigga praying to the Lord but God won't say you
Well not this time
We taking shots, that boy got shot
If I hear that you a opp, you getting popped
Man that's on God
Man I love spinnin my opps
Won't never stop until I drop
Sent that ho to set you up
You dropped yo drawls and you got shot
Man stop capping to that hoe
Like you get money
Boy you a bot
Man the city know you broke
Aint got no money, you went out sad
Every nigga spoke on me
They caught a tee
Now they can't speak
Im the reaper in the streets
I'll steal that nigga car and make em walk in the heat
Hunnid round, 2hunnid round
That boy died for dissin me
Caught that boy and did em bad
We took them jordans off his feet
Bet he wont speak on me no more
Caught that nigga praying to the Lord but God won't say you
Well not this time
Writer: Spyda Man
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