Shook
(Yo) Fuck is you doin' nigga
Put yah back up on this Wall nigga
I got this gat up in my draws nigga
Don't start no problems wit' me
Said I might slide wit' my homies Brodie
But if im feelin' greedy Imma do it all by my lonely
Thought you da shit so I flushed da toilet
Something had yah mind spinnin' like a core nigga
Soul ripper, you ain't know this nigga
All blacked up so you couldn't notice nigga
So go on unzip yah zipper
Disobey, this four-fifth will rip yah
Been sippin liqour, I can give a shit bruh
Don't really wanna do this, but I really need this grip son
Don't be alarmed it's only just a stick up damn
(Shit) Said don't be alarmed it's only just a stick up
Yo
(Yo) This is something that your boy is used to
These niggas poop
Don't make a nigga have to scoop you
Who dude with the fucked up jays on
Still gettin bitches to rub him down like Sazon
So hate on me. I rise you subside to defeat
Never underestimate any sports you meet
My lips soft, yah shorty trying to rip them shits off
But I don't stop her.
Just cause she got a dick hard
Pull it out, start suckin' then she lick the spit off
I'm a ol' dirty bastard cause I like shit raw
I go hard for this shit, but my flow's like water
Used to grip a duece-five like a found a quarter
It's slaughter nigga
I said it's mothafuckin' slaughter nigga
Put yah back up on this Wall nigga
I got this gat up in my draws nigga
Don't start no problems wit' me
Said I might slide wit' my homies Brodie
But if im feelin' greedy Imma do it all by my lonely
Thought you da shit so I flushed da toilet
Something had yah mind spinnin' like a core nigga
Soul ripper, you ain't know this nigga
All blacked up so you couldn't notice nigga
So go on unzip yah zipper
Disobey, this four-fifth will rip yah
Been sippin liqour, I can give a shit bruh
Don't really wanna do this, but I really need this grip son
Don't be alarmed it's only just a stick up damn
(Shit) Said don't be alarmed it's only just a stick up
Yo
(Yo) This is something that your boy is used to
These niggas poop
Don't make a nigga have to scoop you
Who dude with the fucked up jays on
Still gettin bitches to rub him down like Sazon
So hate on me. I rise you subside to defeat
Never underestimate any sports you meet
My lips soft, yah shorty trying to rip them shits off
But I don't stop her.
Just cause she got a dick hard
Pull it out, start suckin' then she lick the spit off
I'm a ol' dirty bastard cause I like shit raw
I go hard for this shit, but my flow's like water
Used to grip a duece-five like a found a quarter
It's slaughter nigga
I said it's mothafuckin' slaughter nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Lynch
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.