Start It Off
Let's start it off with an EP alright
Fuck yo bitch while watching TV
Me get in my feelings bout a bitch, nigga, please
Yeah, I'm with them killers nigga, we goin take yo knees
Hollon, now I just caught a body now it's free me
Richard Millie, Plain Jaine, I'm rocking APs
Told a nigga don't trip he get blown back, best believe
You already know me I'm really good at this rap thing
Pop a nigga leave him dead, that's a murder scene
Murder beats, murder flow, yeah I like the theme
Got them Hittas' & Killas', yeah they goin do they thing
You just told yo bitch where you live at, you done fucked up
She finna send some niggas over there to fuck you up
Never put yo trust in a bitch keep yo gun tucked
I just smacked the fuck out of that bitch, told her "Shut Up"
Sippin wok and that lean, yeah I'm double cupped up nigga
This Glock gotta beam nigga it'll put you up there
Hit her from the back nigga, yeah I'm goin pull her hair
My favorite opp died I'm like "Nigga say you swear?"
Your family members can't save you, better do you a prayer
Talkin' all that shit like he hard, turn him into a square
Make yo bitch go "Woo" nigga like her ass was Rick Flair
He done gave me the Lo' I can't drive I need a bus fare
Turn him into some dust, yeah we goin put him up air
I say
Niggas talking all that shit but he knows he a fool
Run up on me you get no Mickey with the Mousekatool
Caught an opp Slippin' yeah you know what we bout to do
Let me get a hand on this Choppa' Ima' act like a fool
Caught a nigga graduating
From High-School
Told Gang he was talking shit, hit him with the tool
I don't give a fuck about nun of that shit
Fuck the rules
Fuck ya bitch nigga, yeah you know we goin keep it cool
Pop a nigga with the Glock, put him Ina' sky
He ain't coming back Nomo, nigga watch his family cry
Smokin' up the za getting high, yeah you know the vibes
Pussy nigga's tried to run up me, they Kno' not to try
Pop a nigga leave him Ina' sun, leave his ass dry
Got them Hittas' & Killas' yeah they goin leave you for the die
Ridin' around in a Bentley, yeah we keep hella sticks
If a nigga really try, we goin hit his ass with the blick
Fuck yo bitch while watching TV
Me get in my feelings bout a bitch, nigga, please
Yeah, I'm with them killers nigga, we goin take yo knees
Hollon, now I just caught a body now it's free me
Richard Millie, Plain Jaine, I'm rocking APs
Told a nigga don't trip he get blown back, best believe
You already know me I'm really good at this rap thing
Pop a nigga leave him dead, that's a murder scene
Murder beats, murder flow, yeah I like the theme
Got them Hittas' & Killas', yeah they goin do they thing
You just told yo bitch where you live at, you done fucked up
She finna send some niggas over there to fuck you up
Never put yo trust in a bitch keep yo gun tucked
I just smacked the fuck out of that bitch, told her "Shut Up"
Sippin wok and that lean, yeah I'm double cupped up nigga
This Glock gotta beam nigga it'll put you up there
Hit her from the back nigga, yeah I'm goin pull her hair
My favorite opp died I'm like "Nigga say you swear?"
Your family members can't save you, better do you a prayer
Talkin' all that shit like he hard, turn him into a square
Make yo bitch go "Woo" nigga like her ass was Rick Flair
He done gave me the Lo' I can't drive I need a bus fare
Turn him into some dust, yeah we goin put him up air
I say
Niggas talking all that shit but he knows he a fool
Run up on me you get no Mickey with the Mousekatool
Caught an opp Slippin' yeah you know what we bout to do
Let me get a hand on this Choppa' Ima' act like a fool
Caught a nigga graduating
From High-School
Told Gang he was talking shit, hit him with the tool
I don't give a fuck about nun of that shit
Fuck the rules
Fuck ya bitch nigga, yeah you know we goin keep it cool
Pop a nigga with the Glock, put him Ina' sky
He ain't coming back Nomo, nigga watch his family cry
Smokin' up the za getting high, yeah you know the vibes
Pussy nigga's tried to run up me, they Kno' not to try
Pop a nigga leave him Ina' sun, leave his ass dry
Got them Hittas' & Killas' yeah they goin leave you for the die
Ridin' around in a Bentley, yeah we keep hella sticks
If a nigga really try, we goin hit his ass with the blick
Credits
Writer(s): Nashon Wallace
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