thundaga!
My bands get bigger when I let the stick blow
I can't stand niggas, so they call me Jim Crow
I just fell in love with a stainless pistol
Boom boom, fah fah, when I let this bitch go
I be getting cash like what the fuck now
Steady dropping bombs, duck the fuck down
You was talkin' shit, but bitch, wassup now?
30 rounds hanging out that glizzy, you get struck down
When I die, I don't need nobody to save me
Sippin' dirty sprite and fuckin' up a eight piece
Who gon' steal my life before the lord try to take me?
Pussy nigga stupid if he think I let him try it
Walk up in the mall, buy it, buy it, buy it, buy it
Fucked up in the hall, I jus' broke up wit my side bitch
Thunder on the thooka, me and Shaq gon' clap like lightning
I'ma get it back in blood, do a nigga Shiesty
Do a nigga Shiesty
Standing in line for your bitch like a hypebeast
When i'm off the drugs, they don't like me
Choppa out the back of the car, shootin' like lightning
You know that they like me, she gon' feel a light breeze
Jeff Hardy from the top rope, nigga, yeah I'm diving
Me and Lando got gas, huh, we need a Visine
We gon' call up Pade in the backseat, yeah he's sliding
Young nigga on go mode, and you a no show
Me and Lando really got the game up in a chokehold
Oh no, pull up poppin' out the 4 door
Need hoes just to open up my front door
Why the fuck she wanna leave right now?
Tears gon' be shed when the choppa come out
Niggas so confused, what are you talking bout?
I been really fighting demons, it's time to let 'em out
I can't stand niggas, so they call me Jim Crow
I just fell in love with a stainless pistol
Boom boom, fah fah, when I let this bitch go
I be getting cash like what the fuck now
Steady dropping bombs, duck the fuck down
You was talkin' shit, but bitch, wassup now?
30 rounds hanging out that glizzy, you get struck down
When I die, I don't need nobody to save me
Sippin' dirty sprite and fuckin' up a eight piece
Who gon' steal my life before the lord try to take me?
Pussy nigga stupid if he think I let him try it
Walk up in the mall, buy it, buy it, buy it, buy it
Fucked up in the hall, I jus' broke up wit my side bitch
Thunder on the thooka, me and Shaq gon' clap like lightning
I'ma get it back in blood, do a nigga Shiesty
Do a nigga Shiesty
Standing in line for your bitch like a hypebeast
When i'm off the drugs, they don't like me
Choppa out the back of the car, shootin' like lightning
You know that they like me, she gon' feel a light breeze
Jeff Hardy from the top rope, nigga, yeah I'm diving
Me and Lando got gas, huh, we need a Visine
We gon' call up Pade in the backseat, yeah he's sliding
Young nigga on go mode, and you a no show
Me and Lando really got the game up in a chokehold
Oh no, pull up poppin' out the 4 door
Need hoes just to open up my front door
Why the fuck she wanna leave right now?
Tears gon' be shed when the choppa come out
Niggas so confused, what are you talking bout?
I been really fighting demons, it's time to let 'em out
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Writer(s): Erick Joel Caridad
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