Thrust
I don't give a mother fuck, bout' no bitch unless she suck me up
Red rover riding with the gang behind in Bentley trucks
CROOKED play no games, it's your burial I can rock a tux
Fuck a cold body ima' burn it up with barrel thrust
I don't give a mother fuck, bout' no bitch unless she suck me up
Red rover riding with the gang behind in Bentley trucks
CROOKED play no games, it's your burial I can rock a tux
Fuck a cold body ima' burn it up with barrel thrust
Dead inside his home, cuz I knocked up on the door
His soul belong to me if he think he didn't steal my flow
Make your bitch a bastard, spill your fluids on the floor
And I don't give a fuck if a opp stick in his nose
So quit it with the fuckery cus' homie you alone
Ain't here to play no games, take that heat you got for show
Put it to my head if that's really want
You best pull the trigger bitch or I'm gonna be the one
Your gang is on the run from me I think you gotta go
Sticking with CROOKED making dough and smoking dope
Turned into the executioner head hunting off the blow
Hope you got your pain pills, cus' pain kills, body cold
What I got inside the trunk, you don't wanna know
My whole team might as well be mental cus' these guns ain't got no code
Steady cut the pack son, you ain't getting none
Don't fuck with dirty dogs ima' kill you if you spoke
What, yeah, aye
You won't believe me but I got your set in my sight bouta' get an epiphany yuh
Got my whole team on the side cus' this problem you got is with me and I'm ending it now
All of this shit that I heard that you talking you taking it back and you throating it down
I'm ripping your heart out since you think you cold cus'
I don't give a mother fuck, bout' no bitch unless she suck me up
Red rover riding with the gang behind in Bentley trucks
CROOKED play no games, it's your burial I can rock a tux
Fuck a cold body ima' burn it up with barrel thrust
I don't give a mother fuck, bout' no bitch unless she suck me up
Red rover riding with the gang behind in Bentley trucks
CROOKED play no games, it's your burial I can rock a tux
Fuck a cold body ima' burn it up with barrel thrust
Red rover riding with the gang behind in Bentley trucks
CROOKED play no games, it's your burial I can rock a tux
Fuck a cold body ima' burn it up with barrel thrust
I don't give a mother fuck, bout' no bitch unless she suck me up
Red rover riding with the gang behind in Bentley trucks
CROOKED play no games, it's your burial I can rock a tux
Fuck a cold body ima' burn it up with barrel thrust
Dead inside his home, cuz I knocked up on the door
His soul belong to me if he think he didn't steal my flow
Make your bitch a bastard, spill your fluids on the floor
And I don't give a fuck if a opp stick in his nose
So quit it with the fuckery cus' homie you alone
Ain't here to play no games, take that heat you got for show
Put it to my head if that's really want
You best pull the trigger bitch or I'm gonna be the one
Your gang is on the run from me I think you gotta go
Sticking with CROOKED making dough and smoking dope
Turned into the executioner head hunting off the blow
Hope you got your pain pills, cus' pain kills, body cold
What I got inside the trunk, you don't wanna know
My whole team might as well be mental cus' these guns ain't got no code
Steady cut the pack son, you ain't getting none
Don't fuck with dirty dogs ima' kill you if you spoke
What, yeah, aye
You won't believe me but I got your set in my sight bouta' get an epiphany yuh
Got my whole team on the side cus' this problem you got is with me and I'm ending it now
All of this shit that I heard that you talking you taking it back and you throating it down
I'm ripping your heart out since you think you cold cus'
I don't give a mother fuck, bout' no bitch unless she suck me up
Red rover riding with the gang behind in Bentley trucks
CROOKED play no games, it's your burial I can rock a tux
Fuck a cold body ima' burn it up with barrel thrust
I don't give a mother fuck, bout' no bitch unless she suck me up
Red rover riding with the gang behind in Bentley trucks
CROOKED play no games, it's your burial I can rock a tux
Fuck a cold body ima' burn it up with barrel thrust
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Writer(s): Ivy Doom
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