Wham

Huh, yeah, HAAA, uh, BITCH
Wham, Wham, bitch, gang

Stomp em out then we run through his pockets
All up in Houston, I stay with a rocket
Get the drop and we pull up and pop em
Keep one in the head so I don't gotta cock it
Wanna punch, ima do him like Rocky
Keep a pole like a stripper so don't try to box me
Can't say why I'm feeling so cocky
Oh, you want to play? You get hit with this Glocky

Wham Wham shots fired
He tried to run, slip and fell, he got tired
Triple K I'm outside with the guys
Say she like how I'm dressed, ima say much obliged
Go get him a suit with a tie
If they get me gone, bury me with my fye
big .40, bro clutching the .9
P-I-M-P, these hoes in the line

Big Glock, I shoot it like Kristaps
And I turn into the Grinch when I'm pissed off
You ain't gang if you can't get a brick off
I don't play, I'm still clutching my blick at a bitch house
Bitch, I grew up with killers and robbers
Wake up the hood when we bustin' our choppers
We can get up if that boy want a problem
Tell a fuck nigga jump if he start feeling froggy
Drank on my ass, so my mind kind of foggy
I was full of that shit when you called me
She like, you full of shit, prolly
My bro sweating bullets, think he off the Molly
You gotta know I brought my gun in the party
I'm fly than a bitch, I feel like Jeff Hardy
Feel like Webby and Boosie, they got me started
Might put on a helmet, cause I go retarded (gang)

Wham, wham, he caught two
Wham, wham, wham, hit his bro in the car too
Run him down, feel like I run a 4.2
I probably can't tell you, but bet I can show you
Crazy what I can make this lil hoe do
I get em crunk when I turn up in pro tools
vegetable, we turn the bitch into produce
You ain't seen the drac, let me show you this bitch go WHAM

Wham, wham, wham, wham
HAAA, stupid ass nigga
WHAM, WHAM



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Writer(s): Carlton Patton
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