FUCKIN DUMMY
I just sent him home
Bulging thing in pants
That's my fucking chrome
I asked him "where the funds at"
And he answered wrong
Smoked his ass with that Mac
Like he got a bong
Whats the fucking move
I told that bitch i like her style
I think i caught a groove
Bro sent the ac I'm tryna smack for 2
Nigga tryna eat off me
I had to slap my arm
Leave a nigga ass stinking
Like a fucking barn
Told Brodie throw it deep imma run it down
I think my gun on punishment
It wont make a sound
Shh
Yea it wont make a sound
Shh
Wokk Wokk
Shh
Wokk Wokk
Whats the fucking name
Wokk Wokk
This 17 hold 30 its my favorite Glock
Im in this bitch whipping baby's till my wrist lock
My favorite fiend look like Chris Rock
On New Jack
Blew her fucking back made her pussy pop
Yea I could stuff 5 fingers in that thunder cat
I just chopped this brick 50 ways I'm a fucking Lumberjack
She want my love i can't promise that
Just fronted Brodie 5 Ps
Can you handle that
Gripping her hair like a handle when i hit it from the back
Fuck nigga dont wanna hear this Drake talk smack
I was a jit like daddy how you made all that
I ate his block like chicken and it was all flats
He was talking tough
I pulled a Glock out my pants
Yea it's kinda buff
Stop all that internet talking for i get you touched
He a Looney ass nigga so i called him Buggs
Im tryna stash all the money
I'm a fucking hoarder
I told my bitch "stay in the house"
Yea das a fucking order
Racks in my pants
Shot a couple at his feet
I bet i make him dance
Kiel kill
Man this shit real
Brodie locking shit up i think he Pat Will
Send his ass on a trip but we in the field (Field Trip)
Knock a nigga ass out like I'm made of steel
My steel real it ain't no propaganda
Im trigger happy better fix ya grammar
She suck it good and she got manners
I know i came in with a pistol
But i got my stick dont make switch the hammer
Ain't got no motion he a flauging fella
40 cal bound to rain get ya umbrella
I keep my business and the bitches separate
I keep my bitches from my bitch
Im quick to tell a bitch she could get to stepping
You soft like a panda
Pulled a new white bitch
And her name Amanda
She a fucking coon
That nigga keep ducking death
Imma catch him soon
Fucking dummy
Bulging thing in pants
That's my fucking chrome
I asked him "where the funds at"
And he answered wrong
Smoked his ass with that Mac
Like he got a bong
Whats the fucking move
I told that bitch i like her style
I think i caught a groove
Bro sent the ac I'm tryna smack for 2
Nigga tryna eat off me
I had to slap my arm
Leave a nigga ass stinking
Like a fucking barn
Told Brodie throw it deep imma run it down
I think my gun on punishment
It wont make a sound
Shh
Yea it wont make a sound
Shh
Wokk Wokk
Shh
Wokk Wokk
Whats the fucking name
Wokk Wokk
This 17 hold 30 its my favorite Glock
Im in this bitch whipping baby's till my wrist lock
My favorite fiend look like Chris Rock
On New Jack
Blew her fucking back made her pussy pop
Yea I could stuff 5 fingers in that thunder cat
I just chopped this brick 50 ways I'm a fucking Lumberjack
She want my love i can't promise that
Just fronted Brodie 5 Ps
Can you handle that
Gripping her hair like a handle when i hit it from the back
Fuck nigga dont wanna hear this Drake talk smack
I was a jit like daddy how you made all that
I ate his block like chicken and it was all flats
He was talking tough
I pulled a Glock out my pants
Yea it's kinda buff
Stop all that internet talking for i get you touched
He a Looney ass nigga so i called him Buggs
Im tryna stash all the money
I'm a fucking hoarder
I told my bitch "stay in the house"
Yea das a fucking order
Racks in my pants
Shot a couple at his feet
I bet i make him dance
Kiel kill
Man this shit real
Brodie locking shit up i think he Pat Will
Send his ass on a trip but we in the field (Field Trip)
Knock a nigga ass out like I'm made of steel
My steel real it ain't no propaganda
Im trigger happy better fix ya grammar
She suck it good and she got manners
I know i came in with a pistol
But i got my stick dont make switch the hammer
Ain't got no motion he a flauging fella
40 cal bound to rain get ya umbrella
I keep my business and the bitches separate
I keep my bitches from my bitch
Im quick to tell a bitch she could get to stepping
You soft like a panda
Pulled a new white bitch
And her name Amanda
She a fucking coon
That nigga keep ducking death
Imma catch him soon
Fucking dummy
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