V12 (feat. BABY OV)

Yo, bitch I got a V12, uh, and I never read my emails
Steal his shoes and sell em all for retail
Uh, and you know that imma need help
They gon call me satin maybe cause I reek hell
Steal his shoes run off just like I'm Tyreek hill
We shot him in his chest and then he run off he don't need help
If he survives then you know that we gon re kill, uh yea we gon fucking re kill

Yeah, pussy ass nigga you better not talk
Cause I stay with them shooters that creep on your block
And I chop it sound like a snuff nose, watch out I might sneeze
She walk in the crib, end up on her knees
Angel love but she feel in love with a demon
Mariah Carey chop it, get to singing
Yeah, yeah
Tony Hawk kick flip, I get the pop and I'm shoving
When it comes to the goodies, got about a dozen
That boy too cookie, he put him in the oven
That boy burnin up, I'mma turn him to soul food
Nigga you goofy, acting like a whole dude
Yeah, you never expect that
They be the same niggas talking loud, the same niggas talking down well nigga I'm up
I turn ya smile upside down that's for the homies go pick em up
They told us to spin we already planned that, if that shawty we already had that
I got me and Guappo, believe we'll set ya up
It's just me and the Guappo we heating up

Bitch I got a V12, uh
And I never read my emails
Steal his shoes and sell them off the retail
Uh
And you know that I'mma need help
They gon' call me Satan maybe cause I wreak hell
Steal his shoes, run off just like I'm Tyreek Hill
You shot him in his chest, then he run off, he don't need help
You shot him in his chest, then he run off, he don't need help
If he survives then you know that we gon' re-kill
If he survives then you know that we gon' re-kill
Yeah
Yeah, we gon fucking re-kill



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Writer(s): Baby Ov
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