Revolvers and Autos (feat. Slim Thugga)
We swerving pot holes
He wanna line me, no I cannot go
(No I cannot go)
I'm in the 4 O's, revolvers and auto's Nigga we got those
(Gllltt, dodododooo)
She's a thotho (smatho)
But she with the gang she love to drop choo
(She love to, hold on)
R.I.P Pop smoke
With the automatic niggas start dashing, Nigga let 'em have it
Fuck the the past I'm talkin out the passage
She wanna get naked, naked
Naked, naked
Naked, naked
Naked, naked
But she can't take it
Take it
Take it
She pop a perc, now she take it
No I can't fuck with no basics
She gotta hold the Nina huh
She gotta swipe them visas huh
She gotta line the peeta huh, huh?
Make a movie, so all my stunts
TG with me you gon run
Bitch you think I need you? Nah
We swerving pot holes
He wanna line me, no I cannot go
I'm in the 4 O's, revolvers and auto's Nigga we got those
(Gllltt, dodododooo)
She wanna fuck I'm like "woo"
I say "treesh" she say "ouuu"
Swerving, pass the tool
I see a opp bet I shoot
Ahhh
Ak, pass the ak let it boom
Bro, turn him ghost
I see a opp you get smoked
Shorty a smathie, I mean a smatho
I move white girl, like el chappo
I love my Nina I'm never dolo
This shit a beamer play if you loco
And need the breesh, but I need it more
Send me the addy, I kick in ya door
Catch me a body and dig in ya whore
And That nigga Thugga he show no remorse
Riding through the city pushing a Porsche
Call moneyro, nigga got the sauce
Aim for your figi nigga, not the tors
Long live the woo all I know is floss
We swerving pot holes
He wanna line me, no I cannot go
I'm in the 4 O's, revolvers and auto's Nigga we got those
She's a thotho
But she with the gang she love to drop choo
R.I.P Pop smoke
With the automatic niggas start dashing, Nigga let 'em have it
Fuck the the past I'm talkin out the passage
She wanna get naked, naked
Naked, naked
Naked, naked
Naked, naked
But she can't take it
Take it
Take it
She pop a perc, now she take it
No I can't fuck with no basics
She gotta hold the Nina huh
She gotta swipe them visas huh
She gotta line the peeta huh, huh?
Make a movie, so all my stunts
TG with me you gon run
Bitch you think I need you? Nah
He wanna line me, no I cannot go
(No I cannot go)
I'm in the 4 O's, revolvers and auto's Nigga we got those
(Gllltt, dodododooo)
She's a thotho (smatho)
But she with the gang she love to drop choo
(She love to, hold on)
R.I.P Pop smoke
With the automatic niggas start dashing, Nigga let 'em have it
Fuck the the past I'm talkin out the passage
She wanna get naked, naked
Naked, naked
Naked, naked
Naked, naked
But she can't take it
Take it
Take it
She pop a perc, now she take it
No I can't fuck with no basics
She gotta hold the Nina huh
She gotta swipe them visas huh
She gotta line the peeta huh, huh?
Make a movie, so all my stunts
TG with me you gon run
Bitch you think I need you? Nah
We swerving pot holes
He wanna line me, no I cannot go
I'm in the 4 O's, revolvers and auto's Nigga we got those
(Gllltt, dodododooo)
She wanna fuck I'm like "woo"
I say "treesh" she say "ouuu"
Swerving, pass the tool
I see a opp bet I shoot
Ahhh
Ak, pass the ak let it boom
Bro, turn him ghost
I see a opp you get smoked
Shorty a smathie, I mean a smatho
I move white girl, like el chappo
I love my Nina I'm never dolo
This shit a beamer play if you loco
And need the breesh, but I need it more
Send me the addy, I kick in ya door
Catch me a body and dig in ya whore
And That nigga Thugga he show no remorse
Riding through the city pushing a Porsche
Call moneyro, nigga got the sauce
Aim for your figi nigga, not the tors
Long live the woo all I know is floss
We swerving pot holes
He wanna line me, no I cannot go
I'm in the 4 O's, revolvers and auto's Nigga we got those
She's a thotho
But she with the gang she love to drop choo
R.I.P Pop smoke
With the automatic niggas start dashing, Nigga let 'em have it
Fuck the the past I'm talkin out the passage
She wanna get naked, naked
Naked, naked
Naked, naked
Naked, naked
But she can't take it
Take it
Take it
She pop a perc, now she take it
No I can't fuck with no basics
She gotta hold the Nina huh
She gotta swipe them visas huh
She gotta line the peeta huh, huh?
Make a movie, so all my stunts
TG with me you gon run
Bitch you think I need you? Nah
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Writer(s): Russell Paul
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