Like Usher

Back it out, let it burn like Usher
I put him 6 feet under
I make it rain, thunder
BOP!... BOP
And you know I dont okay with my brothers
See my nigga right there?
Dont touch him
I let it burn... I let it
LETS GOOOOO
I let it burn, scorch'em
Tell him to run, faucet
Red dot... caught him
I'll put that boy in a coffin
Go and get gang, call them
Money on head, bought him
Bitch im a beast, roaring
GRRRRRR
These are my confessions
When i step outside know i carry me a weapon
I move with some demons, we dont catch you thats a blessing
Fire from my hands, feel like Ryu got the tech in
Glttta!
These are my confessions
When i step outside know i carry me a weapon
I move with some demons, we dont catch you thats a blessing
Fire from my hands, feel like Ryu got the tech in
You remind me of a bitch
Niggas in their feelings Catching tantrums throwing fits
I know I said i keep a weapon but get busy with my fists
Throw a right, throw a left
Uppercut, swift
I be on some shit
You dont like me suck a dick
Man you aint tryna get caught up
Come to your crib, hit the door up
I'll have u hitting the Lord up
Come with the "glttt"
I let it rip, i make you flip... quarter
Bitch im a crip, you know who im with
Son of a bitch, you're a daughter
WOOOH!
You got it bad
I rather chill
Dont be making me mad
I rather
Rather get to a bag
But it you want to test me
shit will get messy then you're in a bag (You deaddd)
You know my body nigga
That shit right beside me nigga
And the gang right behind me nigga
Flex... flex... Ocky nigga

Back it out, let it burn like Usher
I put him 6 feet under
I make it rain, thunder
BOP!... BOP!
And you know I dont okay with my brothers
See my nigga right there?
Dont touch him
I let it burn... I let it
LETS GOOOOO
I let it burn, scorch'em
Tell him to run, faucet
Red dot... caught him
I'll put that boy in a coffin
Go and get gang, call them
Money on head, bought him
Bitch im a beast, roaring
GRRRRRR



Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Warner, Christopher Ingenito
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