Che Rry B. Om.B
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Yo bitch suck on the dick
Like a lemon squeeze
Trigger finger pull back with ease
Dump a body in a field of trees
iPhone color coke with cameras of tree
I chop work like playing knives
Take a penny never save a life
I could do this shit right through the night
If you fucking with me might end your strife
Pussy boy I just ran up in your bitches pussy boy
Fucking with the homie PO$h leave your head all mushy boy
Put fingers on trigger
I don't use fists
Don't got too much time
Or money is missed
Scope that beam right through the mist
Leave that pussy smelling like fish
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Yo bitch suck on the dick
Like a lemon squeeze
Trigger finger pull back with ease
Dump a body in a field of trees
iPhone color coke with cameras of tree
I chop work like playing knives
Take a penny never save a life
I could do this shit right through the night
If you fucking with me might end your strife
Pussy boy I just ran up in your bitches pussy boy
Fucking with the homie PO$h leave your head all mushy boy
Put fingers on trigger
I don't use fists
Don't got too much time
Or money is missed
Scope that beam right through the mist
Leave that pussy smelling like fish
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
Bitch I got a Glock
And that shit aiming at your head
Pop a cherry top
Until my trigger laying dead
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Writer(s): Po$h
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