whole.lotta
(Grrt)
(Whole lotta huh, woah)
(Whole lotta huh, yea)
(Whole lotta huh, woah)
(Whole lotta) (Grrt)
(Yea whole lotta huh, woah)
(Whole lotta huh, yea)
(Whole lotta) Pills and percs (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Percs and pills (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Blicks that burst (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Burst to kill (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Glocks and semi's (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Glocks that drill (Yea)
(Whole lotta)
I got a whole lotta sticks and I gotta whole lotta chops with it
Shut the fuck up, bitch you can get popped with it
I'm finna pull up and empty the Glock with it
Pressure pressure, you can catch a stretcher
We can wet ya whole fuckin' block with it
Yes sir yes sir my trigger aggressive we can bet ya
That you can get dropped with it (Fuck you mean)
Nigga tryna make it out the hood y'all niggas tryna make it in
How the fuck that work?
Goofy ass, corny ass niggas bro
Shit (These niggas ugly), my bad bro
Nah just throw the beat back on (Yes nigga please bro)
Throw the beat back on (Shit)
(Yea whole lotta huh, woah)
(Whole lotta huh, yea)
(Whole lotta) Pills and percs (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Percs and pills (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Blicks that burst (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Burst to kill (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Glocks and semi's (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Glocks that drill (Yea)
(Whole lotta)
(Krrr)
Whole lotta muhfuckin' choppas
Nigga you a bitch and I'm blaming' ya father
This stick is my wand, think I'm Harry Potter
Cappin' ass pussy, you must hang with Connor
Imaginary glock, got it from the foster
Pop a perc, bitch I turn into a monster
Fuck peace bitch I don't got no honor (Krrr)
I slide on a opp I hit him in his head
Shoot him in his leg, make that nigga beg
No you not tweakin' you heard what I said
Switch up on the glock, no this not a Mac (Grrt)
Shadow people bitch I'm sliding' all black (Grrt)
Totin' mad heat, It's bigger than Shaq
Whole lotta choppas make 'em run like track
(Yea whole lotta huh, woah)
(Whole lotta huh, yea)
(Whole lotta) Pills and percs (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Percs and pills (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Blicks that burst (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Burst to kill (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Glocks and semi's (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Glocks that drill (Yea)
(Whole lotta)
(Whole lotta huh, woah)
(Whole lotta huh, yea)
(Whole lotta huh, woah)
(Whole lotta) (Grrt)
(Yea whole lotta huh, woah)
(Whole lotta huh, yea)
(Whole lotta) Pills and percs (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Percs and pills (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Blicks that burst (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Burst to kill (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Glocks and semi's (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Glocks that drill (Yea)
(Whole lotta)
I got a whole lotta sticks and I gotta whole lotta chops with it
Shut the fuck up, bitch you can get popped with it
I'm finna pull up and empty the Glock with it
Pressure pressure, you can catch a stretcher
We can wet ya whole fuckin' block with it
Yes sir yes sir my trigger aggressive we can bet ya
That you can get dropped with it (Fuck you mean)
Nigga tryna make it out the hood y'all niggas tryna make it in
How the fuck that work?
Goofy ass, corny ass niggas bro
Shit (These niggas ugly), my bad bro
Nah just throw the beat back on (Yes nigga please bro)
Throw the beat back on (Shit)
(Yea whole lotta huh, woah)
(Whole lotta huh, yea)
(Whole lotta) Pills and percs (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Percs and pills (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Blicks that burst (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Burst to kill (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Glocks and semi's (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Glocks that drill (Yea)
(Whole lotta)
(Krrr)
Whole lotta muhfuckin' choppas
Nigga you a bitch and I'm blaming' ya father
This stick is my wand, think I'm Harry Potter
Cappin' ass pussy, you must hang with Connor
Imaginary glock, got it from the foster
Pop a perc, bitch I turn into a monster
Fuck peace bitch I don't got no honor (Krrr)
I slide on a opp I hit him in his head
Shoot him in his leg, make that nigga beg
No you not tweakin' you heard what I said
Switch up on the glock, no this not a Mac (Grrt)
Shadow people bitch I'm sliding' all black (Grrt)
Totin' mad heat, It's bigger than Shaq
Whole lotta choppas make 'em run like track
(Yea whole lotta huh, woah)
(Whole lotta huh, yea)
(Whole lotta) Pills and percs (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Percs and pills (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Blicks that burst (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Burst to kill (Yea)
(Whole lotta) Glocks and semi's (Woah)
(Whole lotta) Glocks that drill (Yea)
(Whole lotta)
Credits
Writer(s): Johnanthony Amos
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