How Many Times
Let's get this straight I'm not really in the mood today
Make em sick an want to move
Glock jab jab jab then move
Left wrist right wrist
I ain't in the mood today
For all that talking like you tough
I ain't in the mood today
This choppa hit you left right jab jab then move
Put more lumps in his chest then cancer do
I'm getting crazy gotta watch my self
Should I stop talking to these demons they bad for my health
Ughh
They got me thinking weird...
And all you niggas weird
How many times that I gotta tell you I'm living for you
How many times that I gotta tell I wanna die for you
Ughhhh ahhhhh
This shit ain't feeling right (DRE
Every time I think bout bro this ain't feeling right (DRE)
I get the chills when i think about you (DRE)
I get to shooting when I think about you (OMG)
I get mad I get to trippin when I think about you (IMA CRY)
Dre Cain I swear to god I be thinking bout you (THAT'S ON GOD)
Uggghh Ahhh
I'm gone sit on you
Waiting at yo house plotting on you just get on you
It's a BODY for BODY BODY domino effect
I'm might get a personal foul rockin with this tech
Now let's get real bitch
My head hurt popped a sucka like Motrin
You call yo self backdoe but you never backdoe
I know some youngins at that bank tryna cram and scoe
Release yo anger go outside and try to murder
Bullets bigger then egg rolls having rolling in that dirt
It ain't no getting on us niggas kus we shoot a niggas first
Ima knock his face off and make em put it on a shirt
OOOWWWWW
LETS START SOME SHIT
I'm BYG TWOO so you know I gotta start some shit (YEA)
I beat his face with this glock until his nose run (YEA)
These bullets swell him up make em Big Pun (OMG)
I swear to god that ima make it (IM GONE MAKE IT)
I swear to god that these niggas they tryna take me (Yea Yea)
But I won't let these niggas take me (Let's go get em)
Bullets come and they kicking They just like Jet Lee (I'm gone get em first)
Walk up quite like a hybrid bitch (Bitch)
You only tough on the Internet you a cyber bitch (I'm gone spazz)
SikE
I mean pure bitch (Yea I feel it)
These bullets leave him in the woods like some deer shit (I'm gone spazz)
Make em sick an want to move
Glock jab jab jab then move
Left wrist right wrist
I ain't in the mood today
For all that talking like you tough
I ain't in the mood today
This choppa hit you left right jab jab then move
Put more lumps in his chest then cancer do
I'm getting crazy gotta watch my self
Should I stop talking to these demons they bad for my health
Ughh
They got me thinking weird...
And all you niggas weird
How many times that I gotta tell you I'm living for you
How many times that I gotta tell I wanna die for you
Ughhhh ahhhhh
This shit ain't feeling right (DRE
Every time I think bout bro this ain't feeling right (DRE)
I get the chills when i think about you (DRE)
I get to shooting when I think about you (OMG)
I get mad I get to trippin when I think about you (IMA CRY)
Dre Cain I swear to god I be thinking bout you (THAT'S ON GOD)
Uggghh Ahhh
I'm gone sit on you
Waiting at yo house plotting on you just get on you
It's a BODY for BODY BODY domino effect
I'm might get a personal foul rockin with this tech
Now let's get real bitch
My head hurt popped a sucka like Motrin
You call yo self backdoe but you never backdoe
I know some youngins at that bank tryna cram and scoe
Release yo anger go outside and try to murder
Bullets bigger then egg rolls having rolling in that dirt
It ain't no getting on us niggas kus we shoot a niggas first
Ima knock his face off and make em put it on a shirt
OOOWWWWW
LETS START SOME SHIT
I'm BYG TWOO so you know I gotta start some shit (YEA)
I beat his face with this glock until his nose run (YEA)
These bullets swell him up make em Big Pun (OMG)
I swear to god that ima make it (IM GONE MAKE IT)
I swear to god that these niggas they tryna take me (Yea Yea)
But I won't let these niggas take me (Let's go get em)
Bullets come and they kicking They just like Jet Lee (I'm gone get em first)
Walk up quite like a hybrid bitch (Bitch)
You only tough on the Internet you a cyber bitch (I'm gone spazz)
SikE
I mean pure bitch (Yea I feel it)
These bullets leave him in the woods like some deer shit (I'm gone spazz)
Credits
Writer(s): Sidnei James Jackson
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