BLUE FACE
Hol up shit Imma walk that bitch
Imma slide like this
Blueface Rollie it but I broke that bitch
Witcha baby mama and I stroke that bitch
50 round drum get you hit like quick
At the red light homie better pop your shit
RIP the homie let me talk my shit
Got the codeine on me like my gut ain't hurt
Digi scale booming like I need that work
Like I need that cash
Police get behind me imma hit that dash
Ain't nobody rap like me
Put a chop on the block
They gon stain a white tee
Like bitch go walk it out hoe
We ain't gonna talk it out tho
Got dope like crack spot
Shit we in the whip with the mask out
Slide through the spot with the Mac out
Shit we hit into your crib that's a crash out
Shit it go back like Motorola
Head so good I might roll up hold up
Still got the heat imma shooter
I got the drake not the ruler
I make a play I make a move up
I got a soda make it screwed up
High now
Choppa block on my side now
Beat the block wit my fye out
Beat the pot make it rock up
In the bitch wit my glock tucked
Dope money in the sock huh
Digi scale with my drop huh
My drank sealed bust that
Keep your hand still
Police out keep your eyes peeled
We gon spin again if your ass squeal
I'm hungry bitch like my last meal
Like shit
Tell em hold up
Break a pound when I roll up
Bitch spit like she throw up
Brought the stick when I pull up
In the ghost dawg you ain't know it
Partner all on it you ain't hit shit
Pray to God I ain't fear shit
Lord knows that we fearless
Imma slide like this
Blueface Rollie it but I broke that bitch
Witcha baby mama and I stroke that bitch
50 round drum get you hit like quick
At the red light homie better pop your shit
RIP the homie let me talk my shit
Got the codeine on me like my gut ain't hurt
Digi scale booming like I need that work
Like I need that cash
Police get behind me imma hit that dash
Ain't nobody rap like me
Put a chop on the block
They gon stain a white tee
Like bitch go walk it out hoe
We ain't gonna talk it out tho
Got dope like crack spot
Shit we in the whip with the mask out
Slide through the spot with the Mac out
Shit we hit into your crib that's a crash out
Shit it go back like Motorola
Head so good I might roll up hold up
Still got the heat imma shooter
I got the drake not the ruler
I make a play I make a move up
I got a soda make it screwed up
High now
Choppa block on my side now
Beat the block wit my fye out
Beat the pot make it rock up
In the bitch wit my glock tucked
Dope money in the sock huh
Digi scale with my drop huh
My drank sealed bust that
Keep your hand still
Police out keep your eyes peeled
We gon spin again if your ass squeal
I'm hungry bitch like my last meal
Like shit
Tell em hold up
Break a pound when I roll up
Bitch spit like she throw up
Brought the stick when I pull up
In the ghost dawg you ain't know it
Partner all on it you ain't hit shit
Pray to God I ain't fear shit
Lord knows that we fearless
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Writer(s): Bigtexjohnny, Hoodlum
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