Lil Tank Productions - Hit Squad - EP

Frontal Lobe

Pussy ass nigga sold his soul for a pot of gold
Go head piss me off put my pistol to your frontal lobe
Need to get some water for my ice cause my heart is cold
Slap the taste from your fucking mouth cause you fucking told
Pussy ass bitch run around with the fucking narcs
Pull up to my city wind up getting fucking parked
Whoop your ass steal your chain cause you got no heart
Knew the roaches from the snakes from the fucking start

Living life dirty now they asses fucking hurt bitch
Live a life of struggle with dreams of getting big rich
Thought you was the homie but turned out to be a big snitch
Living in a small pond and I'm a big fish
Listen to your mom and clean the motherfucking dishes
I am hella sexy better hide your fucking mistress
I be cooking fire in the motherfucking kitchen
Finger licking good like its motherfucking chicken

Pussy ass nigga sold his soul for a pot of gold
Go head piss me off put my pistol to your frontal lobe
Need to get some water for my ice cause my heart is cold
Slap the taste from your fucking mouth cause you fucking told
Pussy ass bitch run around with the fucking narcs
Pull up to my city wind up getting fucking parked
Whoop your ass steal your chain cause you got no heart
Knew the roaches from the snakes from the fucking start

Run your mouth talk your shit
Get you popped at
Rob your dad kill your mom
This is not it
All you niggas pussy ain't even worth my fucking dog's spit
I'm a real player took your mama straight to Aspen
Claim you fucking balling but still paying that rent
I be counting stocks and bonds and that shit
Shooters in the back they better not miss
Buying all those clothes but still ain't worth shit

Pussy ass nigga sold his soul for a pot of gold
Go head piss me off put my pistol to your frontal lobe
Need to get some water for my ice cause my heart is cold
Slap the taste from your fucking mouth cause you fucking told
Pussy ass bitch run around with the fucking narcs
Pull up to my city wind up getting fucking parked
Whoop your ass steal your chain cause you got no heart
Knew the roaches from the snakes from the fucking start

You a roach you a snake you a fucking rat
Light you up like a tree call it ratatat
Pussy like a cat and I gave you a hat
No money in the bank just keep it a fucking stack
You be playing tennis but still ain't got no racks
I am just the government and this music is the crack
I am all powerful but they doubt me because I'm black
Think that's about to stop me I just wear it like a hat

Pussy ass nigga sold his soul for a pot of gold
Go head piss me off put my pistol to your frontal lobe
Need to get some water for my ice cause my heart is cold
Slap the taste from your fucking mouth cause you fucking told
Pussy ass bitch run around with the fucking narcs
Pull up to my city wind up getting fucking parked
Whoop your ass steal your chain cause you got no heart
Knew the roaches from the snakes from the fucking start

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Writer(s): Marquan Bailey
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