Son of a Gat

Yea
Turn me up in the headphones and turn dine the beat
Jus a lil bit
Oh yea
Yea
Ooze God

I go hard in the paint that's a fact
You too lil for me i can bang wit Shaq
I love dem thots who don't know how to act
Straight to the room now I'm breakin her back
Wen she fall asleep im doin the dash
Ouhh yea ima son of a gat
Skip to the streets gettin back to the bag
Only Allah more important than cash
I look like a lick that's a fact
Homie gon lose his life if he tryna jack
Lettin off shots really quick in a flash Glock 18 rapidly put you on blast
After i drop you im robbin yo ass
Ouhh damn Son of a gat
Back to the streets to get back to the bag
Only Allah more important than that

Son of a gat all my words ammunition
He played wit the money now we short one citizen
Caught that boy lackin Shang Tsung said finish him
Animality transform Ben Tennyson
Im servin beef on a plate like Bennigan's
Stephen Curry stuffed in the drac got him shimmyin
Im gettin dough all across the meridian
Been in that water since birth im amphibian
Play yo girlfriend like keys on a piano
Servin her sausage all deer no vienna
Throwin texas hammer like im Jim Adler
Paparazzi tryna catch it on camera
Bitch im the shit no feces
Sittin sideways in a Benzo smokin on seaweed
Ooze Clan a whole nother species
Ball so hard too cold for the D league
Punch on my opps i dont talk to police
Yo life is cheap you'll get popped for a fee
My money went up i put golds on my teeth
Run the streets so much calluses on my feet
Bad manners use my hands when I eat
Pills on wheels percs and xans in the jeep
Got space shuttle fuel so my prices are steep
Either pussy or money wen den cellular beep
These thots tryna eat me like Jimmy Dean
Ima get all up in it like Tampon
And i get to the bag by any means
I can flip 20 bows on a Samsung
I was raised to fear no one or anything
Try me i explode im the damn bomb
Drive the lane im dunkin on errthing
And da refs better give me my And 1

I go hard in the paint that's a fact
You too lil for me i can bang wit Shaq
I love dem thots who don't know how to act
Straight to the room now I'm breakin her back
Wen she fall asleep im doin the dash
Ouhh yea ima son of a gat
Skip to the streets gettin back to the bag
Only Allah more important than cash
I look like a lick dats a fact
Homie gon lose his life if he tryna jack
Lettin off shots really quick in a flash Glock 18 rapidly put you on blast
After i drop you im robbin yo ass
Ouhh damn Son of a gat
Back to the streets to get back to the bag
Only Allah more important than that



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Watson
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