Whitetrashparty (feat. Vier & MB3)
We ride down on yo block
He buck 10, he get popped
Red light, leave em dropped
Niggas be talking that
Blah, blah, blah
Fucked around and got rich she choosy aye, wait
She gone choose me, aye
Told C, go load up my uzi aye, wait
Imma shoot him like a movie, aye
Brrr-ra-click-pop, burst shots out the uzi aye
I up that toolie aye
Feeling like Nike, I just do it aye
Ain't nothing to it aye (Ha, run that back)
Sike, up in this bitch like Mike, aye
Nigga that's wreck on sight, (Aye!)
Try me, I up that fye
Ah, Nigga don't talk I slide, huh
Try me I end yo life, aye
Like alright!
That's a scary sight
Run up on a nigga bye-bye, aye
Glocks are tucked, we uppercut and leave em fucked
I'm only talking if it's bought the bucks
Slit her wrist and fuck the bitch
I'm fucking sick
I know that shit, and I don't give a fuck
Aye
Take out your brain
I'm feeling the rage
I'm going insane
I hope these niggas fucking know my name!
I fell in love with the pain
In love with the game
I'm going Cobain
Now everybody gotta feel my aim!
We ride down on yo block
He buck 10, he get popped
Red light, leave em dropped
Niggas be talking that
Blah, blah, blah
On yo block (Block!)
He get popped (Popped!)
Leave em dropped (Dropped)
That blah, blah, blah
We ride down on yo block
He buck 10, he get popped
Red light, leave em dropped
Niggas be talking that
Blah, blah blah (Woah!)
You need to consider staying in place
He buck 10, he get popped
Red light, leave em dropped
Niggas be talking that
Blah, blah, blah
Fucked around and got rich she choosy aye, wait
She gone choose me, aye
Told C, go load up my uzi aye, wait
Imma shoot him like a movie, aye
Brrr-ra-click-pop, burst shots out the uzi aye
I up that toolie aye
Feeling like Nike, I just do it aye
Ain't nothing to it aye (Ha, run that back)
Sike, up in this bitch like Mike, aye
Nigga that's wreck on sight, (Aye!)
Try me, I up that fye
Ah, Nigga don't talk I slide, huh
Try me I end yo life, aye
Like alright!
That's a scary sight
Run up on a nigga bye-bye, aye
Glocks are tucked, we uppercut and leave em fucked
I'm only talking if it's bought the bucks
Slit her wrist and fuck the bitch
I'm fucking sick
I know that shit, and I don't give a fuck
Aye
Take out your brain
I'm feeling the rage
I'm going insane
I hope these niggas fucking know my name!
I fell in love with the pain
In love with the game
I'm going Cobain
Now everybody gotta feel my aim!
We ride down on yo block
He buck 10, he get popped
Red light, leave em dropped
Niggas be talking that
Blah, blah, blah
On yo block (Block!)
He get popped (Popped!)
Leave em dropped (Dropped)
That blah, blah, blah
We ride down on yo block
He buck 10, he get popped
Red light, leave em dropped
Niggas be talking that
Blah, blah blah (Woah!)
You need to consider staying in place
Credits
Writer(s): $afra Disaster
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