Mugshot
We not ducking shit we on your ass boy don't come outside
We bend your blocks with many glocks the opps don't never try an slide
This AR got a cooling kit in case i make it hot outside
Lil bronem really shooting shit they get mad if you don't slide
You don't wanna test us
You gonna need a check up
40 shell pop out the glock now you're shirt look like ketchup
Tell the opps to catch up
Were young wild and reckless
I feel in love with russian chops that shit like a fetish... Gang
I smoke dead niggas im with the dead guys
Redrum let me murder one so bronem did a homicide
Make him pick his face shot hit boy about seven times
Mac 11 start to spit sparked that boy about 11 times
Riding around with this heater trying to slide and up the score
Hollow hit that nigga brain an make his body hit the floor
All these niggas crash dummies they gonna crash cause they on go
Nascar i fuck her fast foot off the gas i fuck her slow
He claimed he jumped off in that water you gonna drown or you gonna float
This Stick gonna leave him seasick yea im finna crash this nigga boat
She hit the gas it made her choke then i put my dick all in her throat
The opps they claim they up on is bitch its like 5 to fucking 4
We outside we at the store we got that loud shit for the low
Off this tiki pack this gas is what's gonna glog your fucking throat
All my soldiers throwing 4's slang that K and stand on 4
I seen some murders i cant speak about that everybody know
Chi grab the pole
Jaq let it blow
GoCraxxy make that nigga fold
Zay smash the gas then do the dash lil Arthur let the 30 blow
Shit Dasaun that bitch on go
Lil Leeke be quick to fuck your hoe
Duece gonna post up with lil Dre and they gonna rob you for your pole
We serving Ye we got that blow
Dot whats your name baby Ralo
Cock back the K an let it spray it ate his face he on the floor
K spray like mace so swang the door
He tried to run but he to slow
This clip hold 33 but play with me i make it 34
We rolled a blunt shit roll 2 more
This Tiki got me on the floor
I took his shit cause he a bitch that nigga tried me like a hoe
Im off the gas im smoking dope
These dead niggas what i roll
Thats a shame lil whataname i heard they snatched his fucking soul
We bend your blocks with many glocks the opps don't never try an slide
This AR got a cooling kit in case i make it hot outside
Lil bronem really shooting shit they get mad if you don't slide
You don't wanna test us
You gonna need a check up
40 shell pop out the glock now you're shirt look like ketchup
Tell the opps to catch up
Were young wild and reckless
I feel in love with russian chops that shit like a fetish... Gang
I smoke dead niggas im with the dead guys
Redrum let me murder one so bronem did a homicide
Make him pick his face shot hit boy about seven times
Mac 11 start to spit sparked that boy about 11 times
Riding around with this heater trying to slide and up the score
Hollow hit that nigga brain an make his body hit the floor
All these niggas crash dummies they gonna crash cause they on go
Nascar i fuck her fast foot off the gas i fuck her slow
He claimed he jumped off in that water you gonna drown or you gonna float
This Stick gonna leave him seasick yea im finna crash this nigga boat
She hit the gas it made her choke then i put my dick all in her throat
The opps they claim they up on is bitch its like 5 to fucking 4
We outside we at the store we got that loud shit for the low
Off this tiki pack this gas is what's gonna glog your fucking throat
All my soldiers throwing 4's slang that K and stand on 4
I seen some murders i cant speak about that everybody know
Chi grab the pole
Jaq let it blow
GoCraxxy make that nigga fold
Zay smash the gas then do the dash lil Arthur let the 30 blow
Shit Dasaun that bitch on go
Lil Leeke be quick to fuck your hoe
Duece gonna post up with lil Dre and they gonna rob you for your pole
We serving Ye we got that blow
Dot whats your name baby Ralo
Cock back the K an let it spray it ate his face he on the floor
K spray like mace so swang the door
He tried to run but he to slow
This clip hold 33 but play with me i make it 34
We rolled a blunt shit roll 2 more
This Tiki got me on the floor
I took his shit cause he a bitch that nigga tried me like a hoe
Im off the gas im smoking dope
These dead niggas what i roll
Thats a shame lil whataname i heard they snatched his fucking soul
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Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers
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