LMK Something
I just put a jawn where it supposed to be
I'll never let a jealous niggas close to me
Watch how you talkin' when you opposed to me
Bustdowns on my neck, no rosaries
You hatin', I'ma doing what I'm 'possed to doin'
Headshots, then we comin' for your homie too
Turn his watermelon to a coconut
We just made a tough guy kiss the holy ghost
Strange that you like runnin', doin' donut holes
Double D's on the chop, it's the Mardi Gras
I ain't finna beef with a party banger
But any nigga sneeze wrong, I'ma stomp them out
'Til it's kick on the chop, ain't no Kung Fu
Nigga, you a bum, I'll buy you
Chop sing the choir, lemme know somethin'
And for that tough guy act, you get the whole hunnid
Chop sing the choir, lemme know somethin'
And for that tough guy act, you get the whole hunnid
Shots fired, I'm jumping out the Rolls-Royce
Stand over on me, die from a songwriter
Slaughter them, he thought I was a lone-typer
He ain't never on his block, he's a Ghostbuster
Chop sing the choir, lemme know somethin'
And for that tough guy act, you get the whole hunnid
Hmm, nigga
Chop sing the choir, lemme know somethin', nigga
And for that tough guy act, you get the whole hunnid
Stand over on me, die from a songwriter
Chop sing the choir, lemme know somethin'
I'll never let a jealous niggas close to me
Watch how you talkin' when you opposed to me
Bustdowns on my neck, no rosaries
You hatin', I'ma doing what I'm 'possed to doin'
Headshots, then we comin' for your homie too
Turn his watermelon to a coconut
We just made a tough guy kiss the holy ghost
Strange that you like runnin', doin' donut holes
Double D's on the chop, it's the Mardi Gras
I ain't finna beef with a party banger
But any nigga sneeze wrong, I'ma stomp them out
'Til it's kick on the chop, ain't no Kung Fu
Nigga, you a bum, I'll buy you
Chop sing the choir, lemme know somethin'
And for that tough guy act, you get the whole hunnid
Chop sing the choir, lemme know somethin'
And for that tough guy act, you get the whole hunnid
Shots fired, I'm jumping out the Rolls-Royce
Stand over on me, die from a songwriter
Slaughter them, he thought I was a lone-typer
He ain't never on his block, he's a Ghostbuster
Chop sing the choir, lemme know somethin'
And for that tough guy act, you get the whole hunnid
Hmm, nigga
Chop sing the choir, lemme know somethin', nigga
And for that tough guy act, you get the whole hunnid
Stand over on me, die from a songwriter
Chop sing the choir, lemme know somethin'
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Writer(s): Darrell Wayne Caldwell
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