Blow the Whistle
Wicked ent bitch
MBlokk shit nigga
Off the rip, long live QB long live Cam, them my man's
He ain't die we spinning back, spin his block like a fan
All these mother fuckin guns bitch you know we ain't throwing hands
Choppa up and left him fried, left him fried like a pan(Woop woop)
Bad bitch she tryna ride
She hopped up in the whip, got her screaming fuck the other side
He was bold on the net caught that nigga and he died
Bitches saying that I'm tripping but my shoes ain't un-tied
She a bad lil jawn bring her back to the telly
Niggas know I ball out hit a nigga with a jelly
Fillay them(Uhhm)
I slay them(Uhhm)
We chase them (Uhhm)
His shoes he better lace em uhhm
Niggas talking bout get back but ain't never sliding
He say he outside but when I caught that nigga he was hiding
I ain't scared to go to jail, kill a nigga Ian lying
Car came through more than once so then bullets started flying
Run this shit up in my all whites
If the bitch bad she my type
Fuck her off a E go all night
I only show up if the price right
Knock a nigga out, night night
Scratch another opp, sleep tight
Catch that boy it's on sight
We running shit, fright night
She don't want no rich nigga I heard she want a street nigga
She taking pictures with my guns and she know I sleep niggas
She know gang get all the funds, we some young rich niggas
She know I ain't never told and I don't fuck with bitch niggas
Flag on the play tell them blow the whistle for me
Let that nigga play he out of bounds we killing shorty
Ion like to go in clubs if I ain't got my .40
Two twin glocks stick together, Rick and Morty
I ain't never did no capping all my niggas pistol packing
On that net, barking tuff, bitch don't let me catch you lacking
Name my choppa thotiana cause that's bitch get the clapping
Niggas let me on the beat one time I started snapping
I ain't worried about the opps cause they never slide through
Them niggas talking all that shit but they ain't bullet proof
Let me pull up to a party and they there, tare out the roof
Lil nigga ran track the way that mother fucker flew
I got toys that ain't toys that'll really put you up boy
.762's ripped them up, Look at yo guts boy
Bitch be eating the whole gang up, she a slut toy
You ain't have yo gun on you, when we caught you, you was fucked boy
Wicked ENT,MBlokk shit,Yeah yeah
Tell them pussy boys come outside, with they scary ass
Everytime I pull up on the scene they be like"there he is"
Turn this beat to a opp cause you know I had to bury it
She don't want no rich nigga I heard she want a street nigga
She takin pictures with my guns and she know I sleep niggas
She know gang get all the funds, we some young rich niggas
She know I ain't never told and I don't fuck with bitch niggas(Nope)
Flag on the play tell them blow the whistle for me
Let that nigga play he out of bounds we killing shorty
Ion like to go in clubs if I ain't got my .40
Two twin glocks stick together, Rick and Morty
Whop whop
Wicked shit nigga
Yeah hop out and take yo bitch nigga
Glocks they tryna rip niggas
.223's out this gun we gon zip niggas(Wicked Ent)GANG
MBlokk shit nigga
Off the rip, long live QB long live Cam, them my man's
He ain't die we spinning back, spin his block like a fan
All these mother fuckin guns bitch you know we ain't throwing hands
Choppa up and left him fried, left him fried like a pan(Woop woop)
Bad bitch she tryna ride
She hopped up in the whip, got her screaming fuck the other side
He was bold on the net caught that nigga and he died
Bitches saying that I'm tripping but my shoes ain't un-tied
She a bad lil jawn bring her back to the telly
Niggas know I ball out hit a nigga with a jelly
Fillay them(Uhhm)
I slay them(Uhhm)
We chase them (Uhhm)
His shoes he better lace em uhhm
Niggas talking bout get back but ain't never sliding
He say he outside but when I caught that nigga he was hiding
I ain't scared to go to jail, kill a nigga Ian lying
Car came through more than once so then bullets started flying
Run this shit up in my all whites
If the bitch bad she my type
Fuck her off a E go all night
I only show up if the price right
Knock a nigga out, night night
Scratch another opp, sleep tight
Catch that boy it's on sight
We running shit, fright night
She don't want no rich nigga I heard she want a street nigga
She taking pictures with my guns and she know I sleep niggas
She know gang get all the funds, we some young rich niggas
She know I ain't never told and I don't fuck with bitch niggas
Flag on the play tell them blow the whistle for me
Let that nigga play he out of bounds we killing shorty
Ion like to go in clubs if I ain't got my .40
Two twin glocks stick together, Rick and Morty
I ain't never did no capping all my niggas pistol packing
On that net, barking tuff, bitch don't let me catch you lacking
Name my choppa thotiana cause that's bitch get the clapping
Niggas let me on the beat one time I started snapping
I ain't worried about the opps cause they never slide through
Them niggas talking all that shit but they ain't bullet proof
Let me pull up to a party and they there, tare out the roof
Lil nigga ran track the way that mother fucker flew
I got toys that ain't toys that'll really put you up boy
.762's ripped them up, Look at yo guts boy
Bitch be eating the whole gang up, she a slut toy
You ain't have yo gun on you, when we caught you, you was fucked boy
Wicked ENT,MBlokk shit,Yeah yeah
Tell them pussy boys come outside, with they scary ass
Everytime I pull up on the scene they be like"there he is"
Turn this beat to a opp cause you know I had to bury it
She don't want no rich nigga I heard she want a street nigga
She takin pictures with my guns and she know I sleep niggas
She know gang get all the funds, we some young rich niggas
She know I ain't never told and I don't fuck with bitch niggas(Nope)
Flag on the play tell them blow the whistle for me
Let that nigga play he out of bounds we killing shorty
Ion like to go in clubs if I ain't got my .40
Two twin glocks stick together, Rick and Morty
Whop whop
Wicked shit nigga
Yeah hop out and take yo bitch nigga
Glocks they tryna rip niggas
.223's out this gun we gon zip niggas(Wicked Ent)GANG
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Writer(s): Chris Mitchell
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