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Big ass glock on my hip i'll let it rip bitch don't play with me
Bitch nigga thought i was lacking but i do the jack so i keep that K with me
If a fuck nigga say that he sliding he lying
Bitch give me the addy and bullets start flying
If you diss on my name on my soul you dying
The police pull up to the door and have your momma crying
Don't play with me or we gone fill you with led
Choppa bullets they knock off your head
He got a white shirt but we leaving it red
My clip got 100 i know that he dead
Got a opp in a wood roll it up and its pressure
If he play with me i'm a put him on a stretcher
Choppa bullets from the glock they gone bless ya
And you say you a gangsta nigga let me test you
Nigga's be mad bout a bitch but that lil hoe she ugly she look like miss piggy
If you looking for me i'm probably jacking or rapping
Or up in the Hills with Lil Jiggy
I'm the one that get it hot in the city
I feel like aint no nigga fucking with me
You better come get your bitch got her all on my dick
I'm a fuck her cause i think she pretty
And they know i'm a jack boy
They know i'm a steal they say i'm like swipper no swipper
They say i'm the shit bitch go get me a diaper
I pop me a addy that shit make me hyper
God forgive me i know i been sinning
But he spoke on my name so they know that we spinning
And i be with that gang and they know that we winning
And nigga if you start the beef then i'm a finish
I get to the money i get to the paper
We fading him up i ain't talking bout taper
The gang we be balling we feel like the Lakers
I thought he was gangsta but lil bro a faker
If you beefing with me then its up and it's stuck
Bitch look at my face i don't gave a fuck
Bitch we sliding with choppa's nigga's better duck
When we catch that nigga he ain't gone have no luck
Big ass glock on my hip i'll let it rip bitch don't play with me
Bitch nigga thought i was lacking but i do the jack so i keep that K with me
If a fuck nigga say that he sliding he lying
Bitch give me the addy and bullets start flying
If you diss on my name on my soul you dying
The police pull up to the door and have your momma crying
Don't play with me or we gone fill you with led
Choppa bullets they knock off your head
He got a white shirt but we leaving it red
My clip got 100 i know that he dead
Got a opp in a wood roll it up and its pressure
If he play with me i'm a put him on a stretcher
Choppa bullets from the glock they gone bless ya
And you say you a gangsta nigga let me test you
Bitch nigga thought i was lacking but i do the jack so i keep that K with me
If a fuck nigga say that he sliding he lying
Bitch give me the addy and bullets start flying
If you diss on my name on my soul you dying
The police pull up to the door and have your momma crying
Don't play with me or we gone fill you with led
Choppa bullets they knock off your head
He got a white shirt but we leaving it red
My clip got 100 i know that he dead
Got a opp in a wood roll it up and its pressure
If he play with me i'm a put him on a stretcher
Choppa bullets from the glock they gone bless ya
And you say you a gangsta nigga let me test you
Nigga's be mad bout a bitch but that lil hoe she ugly she look like miss piggy
If you looking for me i'm probably jacking or rapping
Or up in the Hills with Lil Jiggy
I'm the one that get it hot in the city
I feel like aint no nigga fucking with me
You better come get your bitch got her all on my dick
I'm a fuck her cause i think she pretty
And they know i'm a jack boy
They know i'm a steal they say i'm like swipper no swipper
They say i'm the shit bitch go get me a diaper
I pop me a addy that shit make me hyper
God forgive me i know i been sinning
But he spoke on my name so they know that we spinning
And i be with that gang and they know that we winning
And nigga if you start the beef then i'm a finish
I get to the money i get to the paper
We fading him up i ain't talking bout taper
The gang we be balling we feel like the Lakers
I thought he was gangsta but lil bro a faker
If you beefing with me then its up and it's stuck
Bitch look at my face i don't gave a fuck
Bitch we sliding with choppa's nigga's better duck
When we catch that nigga he ain't gone have no luck
Big ass glock on my hip i'll let it rip bitch don't play with me
Bitch nigga thought i was lacking but i do the jack so i keep that K with me
If a fuck nigga say that he sliding he lying
Bitch give me the addy and bullets start flying
If you diss on my name on my soul you dying
The police pull up to the door and have your momma crying
Don't play with me or we gone fill you with led
Choppa bullets they knock off your head
He got a white shirt but we leaving it red
My clip got 100 i know that he dead
Got a opp in a wood roll it up and its pressure
If he play with me i'm a put him on a stretcher
Choppa bullets from the glock they gone bless ya
And you say you a gangsta nigga let me test you
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Writer(s): Trill Trey
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