Full Moon

Just give me a beat off the top wit it
We ain't for the gram lil boy we on ya block with it
And I got a Glock get you shot with it
Think I fear you catch a hollow at ya top with it
And ya man told shouldn't rock wit em
Shoot 'em in his face fuck a fight we don't box wit em
Fa fa boom he in a box chillin
Now I'm on his block switching glocks
And his man slippin
Jus met a bitch named Regina
She throw it back on the dick for no reason
She said she love me she mean it
Told her stop lying jus catch all this semen
I jus met a new bitch ugh
And her dick sucks really ruthless ugh
And she Tryna fuck I can't do this ugh
Told her pipe down jus chew this ugh
Holup wait shhhh... Wait u hear that ugh
Slide late night niggas fear that
Pop out the cut wit the .9 ima clear that hollup ugh
Jus drop ya location
I'm ichin to blick em im being impatient
He said he want smoke Pussy boy he be faking
I slid wit a mask niggas thought I was Jason
Niggas wanna beef with me bro we can match with the shit
I'll slide and start taggin on shit
Pop out the cut wit the blick ima blast at his lip
Tell his man pick him up he a bitch
All that gun talk but u don't wan slide on my strip
Why always gotta hide in the mix
Make my lil bro put a wound in ya eye in this shit
Ain't no body goin survive in this bitch
Late night camping in the Johnny
All black dickie wit a mask
And I'm hiding right behind em
Have his mom crying and I threw a shot at his mitt
Now he missing bro u can't even find em
Fa fa boom on his strip 3 .45's in his shit
Now the medics outlined em
We can get into it in this bitch I'll put the .9 to his lip
Now he looking like a zombie
Ugh ugh got a lil bitch chewing dick dawg ugh
And ian sum u should piss off
Ugh ugh bitch I'm the one I'm the big dawg ugh
Want ya man back tell the nigga rest piss dawg
Why u got a gun you sliding on my strip dawg
All that gun talk you a bitch dawg ugh
Now u wan talk on the net get ya blick dawg
Ima rein hell on his strip dawg ugh
Want ya man bck? Nigga do sum
Ima shoot that ion rlly care who come ugh
Slide night time boutta shoot sum
Ion give a fuck shoot a nigga wit two guns
Ugh bullets hit him up make his crew run
Then hit the dash screaming out bitch who won ugh
Hold on ugh who won ugh
Y'all niggas sum bitches and rats
The bull tried to diss me I jus put ten in his back
And then hit his bitch from the bck
He making me mad I'm boutta go slide wit ma gat
Slide wit a .9 and all black
Run in ya crib I'ma make em a pack
50 right up in his hat
He thought I was playing so I put his head in his lap
Shot em and ran down the street
And then saw his man so I introduced him to my heat
I shot him and told him to sleep
I ripped out his stomach I'm guessing them bullets went deep
And niggas be hoes they ain't with it
Talk out ya mouth then I'm shooting u right in ya biscuit
20 shots right to his fitted
Slid on his block and I threw couple shots now he missing
DickHead