Bad Mojo
Chapo
Leave his ass purp', we don't take that tag off
AR-15, finna blow that bitch back off
No hoodies in here, we knocking his cap off
All of these magazines but I don't jack off
Bitch, my name Smoke, I ain't Dream, can't take this mask off
I'on got keys for this car
What? Don't got a leash for this dog, damn
.762's fuck yo' head up, it got Bad Mojo
Black Louie belt, I'm kicking doors, I was good at Dojo
Too far gone off the Xan's, all I see is Roho
Bitch, we got pots and Peter Pan's, I can never grow up
We don't give a fuck what you throw up, ayy
This Glock never full, ayy
This choppa gon' pull, ayy
This cold breath with Colgate
Bitch, I don't talk or conversate
I make sure my partner straight
Draco pistol, move his face
Ain't no shell that I'ma waste
No bitch, you can't be my fam
We turn him Green, Eggs, and Ham
You only hang with henchman
Find his block using Shazam
He get loud, who turned you up?
Mama said, "Let's turn you in"
All these Glocks, don't give a fuck
I'm waiting for the opps to spin
Uh
Put a switch on the back off the glick then hit it
We don't shoot out the car, walk down, go get 'em
Grrdt-Grrdt, THIS BITCH HITTIN'
Stand over a opp and tell 'em, "Good Riddance"
Big Jet Li shit, Pap be kicking
Big ass blunt, don't ask to hit it
I'm smoking grunk, bitch, mind ya' business
I bet that Pap complete ya' wishes
I feel like Aunt Jemima with it
I drop that bag, ya' Mama missing
Don't know 'bout them but I'ma get it
No, I don't measure what I'm sippin'
Might pour the brick until it's empty
Hundred rounds in the Drac', I can shoot til' infinity
Frrd-frrd-frrd-frrd, I seen a enemy
Jump back in the car, nigga, we up the score
I commited sins in Christian Dior
I jump out the Benz, a sack full of Raul
Hit the plot then twist and watch it dissolve
I really hit licks, I miss my dog
I stand on business, I'm not like y'all
Switch on the glick, get off my yard
My head round, I'm like Lebron
I can't scam, I'm not a fraud
I crack ya' head, natural cause
F and N, and a AR
Bitch, why you playing with a dog?
Better treat me like a God
Auntie hit it and she knaw
Narcan' kit in the drawer
I'm moving slower than a Sloth
I'm quick to throw a nigga off
I don't like how these niggas talk
Shit just throw a nigga off
Big ass Cuban, bustdown
I hardly ever take it off
Reach for my chain, get gunned down
I'll knock a nigga off
Leave his ass purp', we don't take that tag off
AR-15, finna blow that bitch back off
No hoodies in here, we knocking his cap off
All of these magazines but I don't jack off
Bitch, my name Smoke, I ain't Dream, can't take this mask off
I'on got keys for this car
What? Don't got a leash for this dog, damn
.762's fuck yo' head up, it got Bad Mojo
Black Louie belt, I'm kicking doors, I was good at Dojo
Too far gone off the Xan's, all I see is Roho
Bitch, we got pots and Peter Pan's, I can never grow up
We don't give a fuck what you throw up, ayy
This Glock never full, ayy
This choppa gon' pull, ayy
This cold breath with Colgate
Bitch, I don't talk or conversate
I make sure my partner straight
Draco pistol, move his face
Ain't no shell that I'ma waste
No bitch, you can't be my fam
We turn him Green, Eggs, and Ham
You only hang with henchman
Find his block using Shazam
He get loud, who turned you up?
Mama said, "Let's turn you in"
All these Glocks, don't give a fuck
I'm waiting for the opps to spin
Uh
Put a switch on the back off the glick then hit it
We don't shoot out the car, walk down, go get 'em
Grrdt-Grrdt, THIS BITCH HITTIN'
Stand over a opp and tell 'em, "Good Riddance"
Big Jet Li shit, Pap be kicking
Big ass blunt, don't ask to hit it
I'm smoking grunk, bitch, mind ya' business
I bet that Pap complete ya' wishes
I feel like Aunt Jemima with it
I drop that bag, ya' Mama missing
Don't know 'bout them but I'ma get it
No, I don't measure what I'm sippin'
Might pour the brick until it's empty
Hundred rounds in the Drac', I can shoot til' infinity
Frrd-frrd-frrd-frrd, I seen a enemy
Jump back in the car, nigga, we up the score
I commited sins in Christian Dior
I jump out the Benz, a sack full of Raul
Hit the plot then twist and watch it dissolve
I really hit licks, I miss my dog
I stand on business, I'm not like y'all
Switch on the glick, get off my yard
My head round, I'm like Lebron
I can't scam, I'm not a fraud
I crack ya' head, natural cause
F and N, and a AR
Bitch, why you playing with a dog?
Better treat me like a God
Auntie hit it and she knaw
Narcan' kit in the drawer
I'm moving slower than a Sloth
I'm quick to throw a nigga off
I don't like how these niggas talk
Shit just throw a nigga off
Big ass Cuban, bustdown
I hardly ever take it off
Reach for my chain, get gunned down
I'll knock a nigga off
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Writer(s): Rx Papi
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