SEMI-AUTO! (feat. SawyerOTW)
I put a cap in a snitch's head, then I had to bounce
I set a trap for pussy boy, like a cat on a mouse
Like a dick sucker at a gloryhole, he was running up his mouth
But he didn't wanna talk no more when I was running up his house
I had two semi-auto shooters posted in the back
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up in a bag
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up with a tag
I'm on my trap shit, all my boys keep getting worried when I fucking brag
Bitch I'm up on my shit, don't tell me slow down and relax
Not just trying to survive bitch, I'm trying to thrive and make it last
If cop pull up with the lights I'm a full throttle, hit the dash
You ain't takin me alive, but you can take me dead if I crash
I had two semi-auto shooters posted in the back
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up in a bag
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up with a tag
I'm on my trap shit, all my boys keep getting worried when I fucking brag
Pull out the mag we gon' chop it up
We go up to the top there ain't no stopping us
Can't talk to us
Stop mocking us
Get up out my face if you don't rock with us
Don't rock with me
If you fuck with me
Fuck no
Hell nah
No it can't free
I had two semi-auto shooters posted in the back
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up in a bag
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up with a tag
I'm on my trap shit, all my boys keep getting worried when I fucking brag
I set a trap for pussy boy, like a cat on a mouse
Like a dick sucker at a gloryhole, he was running up his mouth
But he didn't wanna talk no more when I was running up his house
I had two semi-auto shooters posted in the back
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up in a bag
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up with a tag
I'm on my trap shit, all my boys keep getting worried when I fucking brag
Bitch I'm up on my shit, don't tell me slow down and relax
Not just trying to survive bitch, I'm trying to thrive and make it last
If cop pull up with the lights I'm a full throttle, hit the dash
You ain't takin me alive, but you can take me dead if I crash
I had two semi-auto shooters posted in the back
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up in a bag
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up with a tag
I'm on my trap shit, all my boys keep getting worried when I fucking brag
Pull out the mag we gon' chop it up
We go up to the top there ain't no stopping us
Can't talk to us
Stop mocking us
Get up out my face if you don't rock with us
Don't rock with me
If you fuck with me
Fuck no
Hell nah
No it can't free
I had two semi-auto shooters posted in the back
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up in a bag
He may of made it home but pussy boy now zipped up with a tag
I'm on my trap shit, all my boys keep getting worried when I fucking brag
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Writer(s): Sawyer Richman
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