Gt Thru Ur Block***
Ugh
Ugh
Yea you talkin' like a bitch, we run this bitch you better back it up
GT, burning through your block, we finna run it up
(I literally just took your wife from you, dawg)
So she suck it up, the way she gave me head is like some motherfuckin bubblegum
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop In yo' fuckin' lungs
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop It's a hit and run
Ha, ha, ha, ha We laugh at you for fun
I'mma take my shank and run that shit right through your fuckin guts
Fuck you think when i hold this .9, grab my glock finna end yo life
Keep my shit sharp like the end of a knife, chop you up till you one foot height
I've been a friend of a devil despite all the talk and all the fights
We fightin' the world with our penises sized to kill everybody who wants us to die
Sir, if you fuck with me, you're ending up merked
I have a reservation for you in a hearse
In the darkness is the place where I lurk
I'll leave you feeling light-headed when you burn
Hey, when you burn, i'mma make sure that these motherfuckers learn
Steppin' up to me, bitch, I'll leave your face up in a shirt
Leave you in the dirt
.40 punch you in your liver Bitch, you better let it hurt
I'm gonna hold this, got a .40 with a full clip
Never reloading cause my mags turn your brain into a zombie like Kino Der Toten
Flushing this shit like a goldfish
Blowing up like a frag, bitch im exploding
Feel like subzero i leave them all frozen
Run else i'mma let my glock shoot on focus
Touchin' your bitch like a hokey-pokey
That bitch takin out my Hoagie to stroke me
She wanna roll with me like a roly poly
I just wanna fuck im like way too horny
What the fuck, what the fuck
Hey, i said, what the fuck
Yea you talkin' like a bitch, we run this bitch you better back it up
GT, burning through your block, we finna run it up
(I literally just took your wife from you, dawg)
(NOOOOO)
So she suck it up, the way she gave me head is like some motherfuckin bubblegum
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop In yo' fuckin' lungs
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop It's a hit and run
Ha, ha, ha, ha We laugh at you for fun
Imma take my shank and run that shit right through your fuckin guts
Ugh
Yea you talkin' like a bitch, we run this bitch you better back it up
GT, burning through your block, we finna run it up
(I literally just took your wife from you, dawg)
So she suck it up, the way she gave me head is like some motherfuckin bubblegum
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop In yo' fuckin' lungs
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop It's a hit and run
Ha, ha, ha, ha We laugh at you for fun
I'mma take my shank and run that shit right through your fuckin guts
Fuck you think when i hold this .9, grab my glock finna end yo life
Keep my shit sharp like the end of a knife, chop you up till you one foot height
I've been a friend of a devil despite all the talk and all the fights
We fightin' the world with our penises sized to kill everybody who wants us to die
Sir, if you fuck with me, you're ending up merked
I have a reservation for you in a hearse
In the darkness is the place where I lurk
I'll leave you feeling light-headed when you burn
Hey, when you burn, i'mma make sure that these motherfuckers learn
Steppin' up to me, bitch, I'll leave your face up in a shirt
Leave you in the dirt
.40 punch you in your liver Bitch, you better let it hurt
I'm gonna hold this, got a .40 with a full clip
Never reloading cause my mags turn your brain into a zombie like Kino Der Toten
Flushing this shit like a goldfish
Blowing up like a frag, bitch im exploding
Feel like subzero i leave them all frozen
Run else i'mma let my glock shoot on focus
Touchin' your bitch like a hokey-pokey
That bitch takin out my Hoagie to stroke me
She wanna roll with me like a roly poly
I just wanna fuck im like way too horny
What the fuck, what the fuck
Hey, i said, what the fuck
Yea you talkin' like a bitch, we run this bitch you better back it up
GT, burning through your block, we finna run it up
(I literally just took your wife from you, dawg)
(NOOOOO)
So she suck it up, the way she gave me head is like some motherfuckin bubblegum
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop In yo' fuckin' lungs
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop It's a hit and run
Ha, ha, ha, ha We laugh at you for fun
Imma take my shank and run that shit right through your fuckin guts
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Writer(s): Connor Thomas
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