Die
If I see an opp
Make him bleed on sight
Ain't prepared for a beam
What he seen?
All lights
MVP got the green light
To shoot all night
Keep a Kay
With a knife
We gon be alright
Got your bitch
Sucking dick
Fucking me
All night
Molly percs
We got everything
Tell me what you like
Go to work
Fuck a wedding ring
Call it fight night
Yeah we send his ass to god
Now he seeing bright lights
Bitch I always got my pole
But you know that I can fight
Red dot
Beam em down
Put that boy
Between my sights
All she needed was a half a perc
She higher than a kite
She blow tryna show me
All the songs
She singing on my mic
Bitch I go retarded
Kicking shit like Bruce Lee
I know all the opps is mad
I know they wanna shoot me
Turn all of em into packs
We smoke em
Like a loosy
And she know I'm a general
In my hood I'm recruiting
On the ride
We got smoke
Who wanna slide
We got smoke
Pussy boy
You gon die
Run up on me
I got all these niggas
On my wishlist
I just spot his Og
Walking down the street
It must be Christmas
Got my rod
Homie in the field
I be fishing
I sent him off to heaven
They can't even visit
I'm gon stretch him
All these tattoos on my face
Told lil baby I'm too different
I just slid on all the opps
And knocked em down
I ain't snitching
Caught a two for one special
Pussy nigga I'm on a mission
Oh he love the streets
Pussy boy
You just gotta listen
I don't even know these niggas
Tell me why they always dissing
All my niggas Bulls
Call me MJ
And my Brodie Pippen
Make him bleed on sight
Ain't prepared for a beam
What he seen?
All lights
MVP got the green light
To shoot all night
Keep a Kay
With a knife
We gon be alright
Got your bitch
Sucking dick
Fucking me
All night
Molly percs
We got everything
Tell me what you like
Go to work
Fuck a wedding ring
Call it fight night
Yeah we send his ass to god
Now he seeing bright lights
Bitch I always got my pole
But you know that I can fight
Red dot
Beam em down
Put that boy
Between my sights
All she needed was a half a perc
She higher than a kite
She blow tryna show me
All the songs
She singing on my mic
Bitch I go retarded
Kicking shit like Bruce Lee
I know all the opps is mad
I know they wanna shoot me
Turn all of em into packs
We smoke em
Like a loosy
And she know I'm a general
In my hood I'm recruiting
On the ride
We got smoke
Who wanna slide
We got smoke
Pussy boy
You gon die
Run up on me
I got all these niggas
On my wishlist
I just spot his Og
Walking down the street
It must be Christmas
Got my rod
Homie in the field
I be fishing
I sent him off to heaven
They can't even visit
I'm gon stretch him
All these tattoos on my face
Told lil baby I'm too different
I just slid on all the opps
And knocked em down
I ain't snitching
Caught a two for one special
Pussy nigga I'm on a mission
Oh he love the streets
Pussy boy
You just gotta listen
I don't even know these niggas
Tell me why they always dissing
All my niggas Bulls
Call me MJ
And my Brodie Pippen
Credits
Writer(s): Noel Lopez
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