SHOOT ME!
You can slide but it ain't no winning
Fried but it ain't no chicken
Five niggas died but we kept on spinning
Went bankrupt but I kept on spending
I told her to stop and she kept on sending
Only Offense, We don't do defending
Pray to the lord but I keep on sinning yeah
Slide on your block with Ruger
I came with my shooter
Bitch I got him from google
Bitch we gone fuck up your noodle
And imma fuck on your bitch
I don't need your approval
Slide on your block with a Glock
We take off your top
Wet him up like a mop
Why is your bitch on my cock
Hitting this bitch from the back and she telling me stop
(And she keep telling me stop uh)
(And she keep telling me stop uh)
(And she keep)
She want to leave but she stuck like some glue
Worried 'bout me but I'm fucking your boo
Bend this bitch over, she tying her shoe
Glock got a switch and it came with the flu
Ahhhhh, ACHOOOOO!
Bitch I'm the one, I'm not talking no uno
High like a kite, I'm not talking no UFO
This drank in my cup, bitch it is yellow
And she got cake, soft like a pillow
She gave me head now I sound like a sheep
I'm like NyQuil, put him to sleep
Beat that boy ass till that motherfucker weep
Spinning your block in a motherfuckin' jeep
Spinning your block in a motherfuckin' Rari
X on the map, Safari
Broke boy, I'm not talking no Carti
Got these big guns but I'm not in the army
Big guns, Call of Duty
Since you so gangster, bitch then shoot me
Fried but it ain't no chicken
Five niggas died but we kept on spinning
Went bankrupt but I kept on spending
I told her to stop and she kept on sending
Only Offense, We don't do defending
Pray to the lord but I keep on sinning yeah
Slide on your block with Ruger
I came with my shooter
Bitch I got him from google
Bitch we gone fuck up your noodle
And imma fuck on your bitch
I don't need your approval
Slide on your block with a Glock
We take off your top
Wet him up like a mop
Why is your bitch on my cock
Hitting this bitch from the back and she telling me stop
(And she keep telling me stop uh)
(And she keep telling me stop uh)
(And she keep)
She want to leave but she stuck like some glue
Worried 'bout me but I'm fucking your boo
Bend this bitch over, she tying her shoe
Glock got a switch and it came with the flu
Ahhhhh, ACHOOOOO!
Bitch I'm the one, I'm not talking no uno
High like a kite, I'm not talking no UFO
This drank in my cup, bitch it is yellow
And she got cake, soft like a pillow
She gave me head now I sound like a sheep
I'm like NyQuil, put him to sleep
Beat that boy ass till that motherfucker weep
Spinning your block in a motherfuckin' jeep
Spinning your block in a motherfuckin' Rari
X on the map, Safari
Broke boy, I'm not talking no Carti
Got these big guns but I'm not in the army
Big guns, Call of Duty
Since you so gangster, bitch then shoot me
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Benjamin
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