Twenty-Five
Yuh, Chiron Bugatti, off of the molly
Twenty-five switches I'm Gotti
Twenty-one stitches you try me
Way more than bitches to buy me
Way more than vision to find me
I leave that shit right behind me
I cash the strap on a dime piece
Switchin' the dead like a zombie
I bring my opps and my army
You ain't the cops, ain't gonna harm me
You so scary, nah hardly
I turn this shit to a crime spree
You ain't the man you wanna be
I'm strapped like I ain't wanna speak (Huh)
What you fuckin' with little bitch
I got big shooters, big guns, big drip
Twenty-five dumb bitches and a lick
Twenty-five dead opps in the pit
Hit 'em with a Uzi let that shit spit
Headshots on 'em like I'm John Wick
Twenty-five hoes and I get to pick (Topher)
Bangin' on the drum like it ain't shit
Bullets keep flying, gotta empty the clip
He chasing me like he ain't finna get hit
Don't get too close bitch
Topher ain't bout to quit (Topher)
Whippin' a Mack Truck
Hope it don't back up
You lackin' or what
I got a stack cup
Sip it then smack yuh
I'm trackin' ya trust
Comin' in heavy
Holes in a chevy
Sprayin' the K
Wish you were ready
Prayin' today
Heart gettin' heavy
Facin' away
Bars gettin' deadly
What you fuckin' with little bitch
I got big shooters, big guns, big drip
Twenty-five dumb bitches and a lick
Twenty-five dead opps in the pit
Hit 'em with a Uzi let that shit spit
Headshots on 'em like I'm John Wick
Twenty-five hoes and I get to pick (Topher)
For the record, I've never touched a gun before
Twenty-five switches I'm Gotti
Twenty-one stitches you try me
Way more than bitches to buy me
Way more than vision to find me
I leave that shit right behind me
I cash the strap on a dime piece
Switchin' the dead like a zombie
I bring my opps and my army
You ain't the cops, ain't gonna harm me
You so scary, nah hardly
I turn this shit to a crime spree
You ain't the man you wanna be
I'm strapped like I ain't wanna speak (Huh)
What you fuckin' with little bitch
I got big shooters, big guns, big drip
Twenty-five dumb bitches and a lick
Twenty-five dead opps in the pit
Hit 'em with a Uzi let that shit spit
Headshots on 'em like I'm John Wick
Twenty-five hoes and I get to pick (Topher)
Bangin' on the drum like it ain't shit
Bullets keep flying, gotta empty the clip
He chasing me like he ain't finna get hit
Don't get too close bitch
Topher ain't bout to quit (Topher)
Whippin' a Mack Truck
Hope it don't back up
You lackin' or what
I got a stack cup
Sip it then smack yuh
I'm trackin' ya trust
Comin' in heavy
Holes in a chevy
Sprayin' the K
Wish you were ready
Prayin' today
Heart gettin' heavy
Facin' away
Bars gettin' deadly
What you fuckin' with little bitch
I got big shooters, big guns, big drip
Twenty-five dumb bitches and a lick
Twenty-five dead opps in the pit
Hit 'em with a Uzi let that shit spit
Headshots on 'em like I'm John Wick
Twenty-five hoes and I get to pick (Topher)
For the record, I've never touched a gun before
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Writer(s): Young Topher
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