Bonnie & Clyde
Got the devil on my wishlist
Dead or alive or it don't matter
Yeah I'm prone to getting riches
And my pockets getting fatter (Ching ching)
Magnet to these bitches
But I got a bitch thats badder
And she got a ass that's fatter (She got cake)
Than all these little fuckin' hoes
All you bitches fuckin' clones
Why cant you be yourself?
God damn, (Why?) I guess nobody knows
Goosebumps on yo' arm I know you scared
Don't try and say you cold (Brr)
All my homies never fold (Nope)
Sayin' you gon' back the pole (No shot)
But we both know you won't
We all know im evil bro
You won't get no peaceful mode
I'm right here on demon mode
The stainless in my coat
I wanna push through your throat (Get fucked)
Twist it till you fuckin' choke
On your own blood (Don't drown)
Thinkin' you is bad put a bullet in yo' brain (head gone)
And my bitch bad ima take her on a date
She got a big back, nice, ass, size insane
Cute face, small waist, ima let her give me brain
Aye [redacted] mi amor
You the Bonnie to my Clyde (Yeah)
Two .45's leave two bodies fried (Boom boom)
How you tryina talk K's when yo homie died
Why you always talk shit but you ain't never slide (Huh?)
Grippin' on hammers land headshots (Boom)
Grippin' on blammers dont get popped (Boom)
Got me a new badderz I need more top (Yeah)
I'm a known scammer dont get got (Bitch)
Lames talk shit only fueled by hate
Talk if you wanna talk or say it to my face (Bitch)
Hit you with a 9 leave your body no trace
Bodybag in a field its a cold cose (He's dead)
If you wanna talk shit say to my face (Pussy)
Why you actin' like a bitch shit that I hate (Bitch)
All talk but you ain't never say shit (Nope)
Why you bangin' on the net you ain't gang kid (Nah)
Why you throwin up a set you don't bang kid (Bitch)
And im blowin' off your head no brain kid
I'm like Michael with a Tec get wasted (Dead)
Put your family to rest with hatred (Lil bitch)
Bullets beat on my chest
With no bulletproof vest
White gold on my neck
Cause im runnin up checks
VVS' on my teeth
Black diamonds on me
Break fist hang kids
Put em in the guillotine
Dead or alive or it don't matter
Yeah I'm prone to getting riches
And my pockets getting fatter (Ching ching)
Magnet to these bitches
But I got a bitch thats badder
And she got a ass that's fatter (She got cake)
Than all these little fuckin' hoes
All you bitches fuckin' clones
Why cant you be yourself?
God damn, (Why?) I guess nobody knows
Goosebumps on yo' arm I know you scared
Don't try and say you cold (Brr)
All my homies never fold (Nope)
Sayin' you gon' back the pole (No shot)
But we both know you won't
We all know im evil bro
You won't get no peaceful mode
I'm right here on demon mode
The stainless in my coat
I wanna push through your throat (Get fucked)
Twist it till you fuckin' choke
On your own blood (Don't drown)
Thinkin' you is bad put a bullet in yo' brain (head gone)
And my bitch bad ima take her on a date
She got a big back, nice, ass, size insane
Cute face, small waist, ima let her give me brain
Aye [redacted] mi amor
You the Bonnie to my Clyde (Yeah)
Two .45's leave two bodies fried (Boom boom)
How you tryina talk K's when yo homie died
Why you always talk shit but you ain't never slide (Huh?)
Grippin' on hammers land headshots (Boom)
Grippin' on blammers dont get popped (Boom)
Got me a new badderz I need more top (Yeah)
I'm a known scammer dont get got (Bitch)
Lames talk shit only fueled by hate
Talk if you wanna talk or say it to my face (Bitch)
Hit you with a 9 leave your body no trace
Bodybag in a field its a cold cose (He's dead)
If you wanna talk shit say to my face (Pussy)
Why you actin' like a bitch shit that I hate (Bitch)
All talk but you ain't never say shit (Nope)
Why you bangin' on the net you ain't gang kid (Nah)
Why you throwin up a set you don't bang kid (Bitch)
And im blowin' off your head no brain kid
I'm like Michael with a Tec get wasted (Dead)
Put your family to rest with hatred (Lil bitch)
Bullets beat on my chest
With no bulletproof vest
White gold on my neck
Cause im runnin up checks
VVS' on my teeth
Black diamonds on me
Break fist hang kids
Put em in the guillotine
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Writer(s): Ryan Butler
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