Bye!
Hey, Ringtone, hit my line
Geo! Woah, woah, yea woah, 10on
I said we slide, walk inside this bitch with that choppa' on my side
My lil' jit keep that G-L-O-C-K ain't tryna snipe, it's a 19
I tell that pussy boy t run, do not fight me, or you gon' die
Oh, you gon' die (Die) die (Die) die, boom
Bitch, you gon' die (Die) die (Die) die
Ch-ch-choppas' in the sky, bitch, I came to make it right
Oh, he a killer, my oh my
Blicky make that boy go "Bye bye, bye bye"
Bye bye, tell that bitch I'm gone
And the rest you niggas get up out my zone
I'm inhalin' chrome, with that styrofoam
Tell a hoe don't call my phone (No)
She mad tryna hit my dome (Woah)
Tell that bitch "You got to go" (Go)
I'm just tryna get this dough, bitch, on my own
Tired of all these rats, pick up my pole
You niggas cap for all I know
And I can't fuck with no lame ass hoe
I got these racks up on my own
And I can't look back, forward I go
I got that cash up, fuck that ass, you wanna smash then let me know (Bitch)
Bye, bye, bye, you don't wanna try me you gon' die, die, die
Keep that toolie by my side, like a stick shift
I could switch it up and he get hit quick
Tell me why, why they keep on talkin' out they neck
It make me paranoid but promise I won't take no disrespect
He wanna get hit up in his head, so we went, put that boy to bed
I pray to God to lay his soul to sleep after what he had said
And it get really, really wicked, he talkin' down but he ain't with it
I keep that W-E-A-P-O-N, G-L-O-C-K with double digits
Keep on talkin', we gon' turn him to a midget
Man, if that's what he want, right? Click, clack, it's on sight
Yea, if that's what he's asking for we can come and take his life, yea
I said we slide, walk inside this bitch with that choppa' on my side
My lil' jit keep that G-L-O-C-K ain't tryna snipe, it's a 19
I tell that pussy boy t run, do not fight me, or you gon' die
Oh, you gon' die (Die) die (Die) die, boom
Bitch, you gon' die (Die) die (Die) die, ch-ch-choppas' in the sky
Bitch, I came to make it right, oh, he a killer, my oh my
Blicky make that boy go "Bye bye, bye bye"
Geo! Woah, woah, yea woah, 10on
I said we slide, walk inside this bitch with that choppa' on my side
My lil' jit keep that G-L-O-C-K ain't tryna snipe, it's a 19
I tell that pussy boy t run, do not fight me, or you gon' die
Oh, you gon' die (Die) die (Die) die, boom
Bitch, you gon' die (Die) die (Die) die
Ch-ch-choppas' in the sky, bitch, I came to make it right
Oh, he a killer, my oh my
Blicky make that boy go "Bye bye, bye bye"
Bye bye, tell that bitch I'm gone
And the rest you niggas get up out my zone
I'm inhalin' chrome, with that styrofoam
Tell a hoe don't call my phone (No)
She mad tryna hit my dome (Woah)
Tell that bitch "You got to go" (Go)
I'm just tryna get this dough, bitch, on my own
Tired of all these rats, pick up my pole
You niggas cap for all I know
And I can't fuck with no lame ass hoe
I got these racks up on my own
And I can't look back, forward I go
I got that cash up, fuck that ass, you wanna smash then let me know (Bitch)
Bye, bye, bye, you don't wanna try me you gon' die, die, die
Keep that toolie by my side, like a stick shift
I could switch it up and he get hit quick
Tell me why, why they keep on talkin' out they neck
It make me paranoid but promise I won't take no disrespect
He wanna get hit up in his head, so we went, put that boy to bed
I pray to God to lay his soul to sleep after what he had said
And it get really, really wicked, he talkin' down but he ain't with it
I keep that W-E-A-P-O-N, G-L-O-C-K with double digits
Keep on talkin', we gon' turn him to a midget
Man, if that's what he want, right? Click, clack, it's on sight
Yea, if that's what he's asking for we can come and take his life, yea
I said we slide, walk inside this bitch with that choppa' on my side
My lil' jit keep that G-L-O-C-K ain't tryna snipe, it's a 19
I tell that pussy boy t run, do not fight me, or you gon' die
Oh, you gon' die (Die) die (Die) die, boom
Bitch, you gon' die (Die) die (Die) die, ch-ch-choppas' in the sky
Bitch, I came to make it right, oh, he a killer, my oh my
Blicky make that boy go "Bye bye, bye bye"
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Abreu
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