Kool Shorts

You got killers say you down right
I keep that forty its that loud pipe
I'm creeping on them on a loud night
Don't give a shit you out of bounds right
I keep that toolie yea that stick on me when I be with the goons
I keep that thirty yea that blick on me you make the news
I got like nine in this four five I'm trying to smoke him like a cool
My brother forty Glock be jugging had to ask him whats the move

Like whats the move bitch
I'm stacking blues bitch
I ain't got a whip but I spent two bands on some shoes bitch
I ain't got a bitch but I got bitches check my new bitch
I'm too big to keep it plain so check out all my new fits
Jugging in your section with a weapon lil bitch yea I'm flexing
Wish you would come press me learn your lesson from some dirty steppers
Say you trying to test me you gon play and I'm gon bust your melon
I got me a brother with a cutter got some dirty felons
Got some dirty felons like we worms come from out the mud
I'm gon pour hitech up in my cup I'm gon let it flood
I be popping back and smoking thrax I take a lot of drugs
Try me in this bitch and I'm gon up just like I'm Elmer Fudd

You got killers say you down right
I keep that forty its that loud pipe
I'm creeping on them on a loud night
Don't give a shit you out of bounds right
I keep that toolie yea that stick on me when I be with the goons
I keep that thirty yea that blick on me you make the news
I got like nine in this four five I'm trying to smoke him like a cool
My brother forty Glock be jugging had to ask him whats the move

I'm turning up you know I'm head bopping turnt up to the music
Sme you know we ain't stopping watch just how I do it
Got my wrist sitting on water all my necklace looking fluid
Get that pack from cross the border like US mail I'm gon move it
I'm gon get her wet I shoot my shot just like a Laker
Forty on my side I keep the heat like I'm a baker
Nigga could get cut up I'm a barber get a taper
She ain't trying to fuck I kick her out no I won't make her
Now walk away
He be @ing me its thirty shots to the face
I might put extensions and a stock on the drac
I might up the drum how many rounds can you take

You got killers say you down right
I keep that forty its that loud pipe
I'm creeping on them on a loud night
Don't give a shit you out of bounds right
I keep that toolie yea that stick on me when I be with the goons
I keep that thirty yea that blick on me you make the news
I got like nine in this four five I'm trying to smoke him like a cool
My brother forty Glock be jugging had to ask him whats the move



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Writer(s): Kentrell Davis
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