Special Ed
Yeah, I don't got no sizzle, bitch, I'm dumb
Get your people, get your guns
Yeah, bitch, yeah, ah
Pop out, yeah
What you wanna do?
I got the glizzy with them 50 shots, we spin on any block
Lil' homie he get at your top, and hit you with every shot
We them glizzy boys, yeah, we only carry Glocks
See him right here? This bitch buried a couple opps
Got the dick on the Glock
I done ran through a couple shots
I mean ran through a couple thots
I done fucked up a couple pots
The people hate me, they ran in a couple spots
They see a nigga be rappin' and knowing I'm finna pop
Baby mama want fuck me, heard that I'm getting guap
All my opp want be cool, 'cause they heard that I'm sending shots
But I'm a D Boy, I'm special Ed
All I hang around is retards
We get you popped then pop a perc, it's time to recharge
Pick that chop up (pick that chop up)
Let it rip off
Now pick your partner (who he?)
We hit his chest first, then his head
Gun him down like a expert, make sure he dead
And bitch, I'm on that same block, let 'em know that we ain't scared
You say you spin 'round here, I'm just surprised that you ain't dead
'Cause the last nigga spin got hit all in his head
And hit all in his back, his shoulder, and his leg
But hold on, girl, why you said that low?
'Cause the police watching and I don't want them to know
Plus the opps trippin', got my gun at every show
I even got this bitch when I'm walking in the store
You heard that he want kill me, man, it's probably 'bout a hoe
The world may never know
But if he play with me, I hit him with that glizzy (with that glizzy)
A couple shots'll knock a nigga out his misery (out his misery)
And if you spin, you better spin 'til you get dizzy (you better spin 'til you get tired)
I don't got no time for a hoe 'cause I be busy ('cause I be busy)
Getting money
Kidnap his child, have him feeling like he sunny (like he sunny)
My bitch fucked my partner, had me feeling like a dummy (like a dummy)
Now her best friend sucking dick, eating kids like, yummy
Yeah, I just be having fun on these beats now
Yeah, bitch
Ooh, yeah, it ain't even about Tusk, yeah
Fuck a nigga
Get your people, get your guns
Yeah, bitch, yeah, ah
Pop out, yeah
What you wanna do?
I got the glizzy with them 50 shots, we spin on any block
Lil' homie he get at your top, and hit you with every shot
We them glizzy boys, yeah, we only carry Glocks
See him right here? This bitch buried a couple opps
Got the dick on the Glock
I done ran through a couple shots
I mean ran through a couple thots
I done fucked up a couple pots
The people hate me, they ran in a couple spots
They see a nigga be rappin' and knowing I'm finna pop
Baby mama want fuck me, heard that I'm getting guap
All my opp want be cool, 'cause they heard that I'm sending shots
But I'm a D Boy, I'm special Ed
All I hang around is retards
We get you popped then pop a perc, it's time to recharge
Pick that chop up (pick that chop up)
Let it rip off
Now pick your partner (who he?)
We hit his chest first, then his head
Gun him down like a expert, make sure he dead
And bitch, I'm on that same block, let 'em know that we ain't scared
You say you spin 'round here, I'm just surprised that you ain't dead
'Cause the last nigga spin got hit all in his head
And hit all in his back, his shoulder, and his leg
But hold on, girl, why you said that low?
'Cause the police watching and I don't want them to know
Plus the opps trippin', got my gun at every show
I even got this bitch when I'm walking in the store
You heard that he want kill me, man, it's probably 'bout a hoe
The world may never know
But if he play with me, I hit him with that glizzy (with that glizzy)
A couple shots'll knock a nigga out his misery (out his misery)
And if you spin, you better spin 'til you get dizzy (you better spin 'til you get tired)
I don't got no time for a hoe 'cause I be busy ('cause I be busy)
Getting money
Kidnap his child, have him feeling like he sunny (like he sunny)
My bitch fucked my partner, had me feeling like a dummy (like a dummy)
Now her best friend sucking dick, eating kids like, yummy
Yeah, I just be having fun on these beats now
Yeah, bitch
Ooh, yeah, it ain't even about Tusk, yeah
Fuck a nigga
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Writer(s): Rashad Dixon
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