Fuk It
You know what, fuck it, I'ma spin it back
We gon' hop out with them mags
Choppa kick a nigga ass, we been, slide'n
All these bodies I done stacked, caught em lackin
Pistol packin', all that yappin', get you capped (aye)
5-5-7, make em dance
Windows tinted, all up in the Benz
Fuckin' your baby mama and her friends
Headshots, nigga, fuck yo vest,
She say I'm good, bitch, I'm the best
Got two glocks, lookin' like some twins
Smoke loud with your bitch in the back,
Well her friends know nigga, I been him (feeling like)
Himmothy Neutron, he a bitch, he a faggot like RuPaul
What, what is your name, nigga, who y'all
Niggas get shot from the big dawg
Niggas don't know who they talking to
Feel like Yung Capone, I'm the big boss
Pockets fat like it's Rick Ross
And I need me a milli' with a couple broads
You know what, fuck it, I'ma spin it back
We gon' hop out with them mags
Choppa kick a nigga ass, we been, slide'n
All these bodies I done stacked, caught em lackin
Pistol packin', all that yappin', get you capped
You know what, fuck it, I'ma spin it back
We gon' hop out with them mags
Choppa kick a nigga ass, we been, slide'n
All these bodies I done stacked, caught em lackin
Pistol packin', all that yappin', get you capped
Ayy, slide on the block, couple beams aiming all in your head
Niggas gon' really get shot, make em go stupid like he special ed
Say she don't fuck with the vibes, get me lit, I might fuck up the bed
Get me drunk, I might do it again, bitch, bitch a slut she gon' bring me a friend
Told me she love me, she gotta go
Sick in the head like a common cold
Only need brain like she honor roll
Sucking my dick while she on the phone
Fuckin' your friends while I'm smokin' dope
I'ma go Skits, nigga, leave me 'lone
Drinkin with hoes in the back of the Volvs
I don't know you lil' niggas, you friend or foe
You know what fuck it, I'ma come in with my gang
All of my bitches be pullin' my chain
Feelin' like Danny Phantom in the range,
Niggas been tryna fade it
Chop him and leav'n holes in niggas' faces
Leave him dead, I ain't leavin' no traces
(Leave him dead, I ain't leavin' no trace)
You know what, fuck it, I'ma spin it back
We gon' hop out with them mags
Choppa kick a nigga ass, we been, slide'n
All these bodies I done stacked, caught em lackin
Pistol packin', all that yappin', get you capped
You know what, fuck it, I'ma spin it back
We gon' hop out with them mags
Choppa kick a nigga ass, we been, slide'n
All these bodies I done stacked, caught em lackin
Pistol packin', all that yappin', get you capped
We gon' hop out with them mags
Choppa kick a nigga ass, we been, slide'n
All these bodies I done stacked, caught em lackin
Pistol packin', all that yappin', get you capped (aye)
5-5-7, make em dance
Windows tinted, all up in the Benz
Fuckin' your baby mama and her friends
Headshots, nigga, fuck yo vest,
She say I'm good, bitch, I'm the best
Got two glocks, lookin' like some twins
Smoke loud with your bitch in the back,
Well her friends know nigga, I been him (feeling like)
Himmothy Neutron, he a bitch, he a faggot like RuPaul
What, what is your name, nigga, who y'all
Niggas get shot from the big dawg
Niggas don't know who they talking to
Feel like Yung Capone, I'm the big boss
Pockets fat like it's Rick Ross
And I need me a milli' with a couple broads
You know what, fuck it, I'ma spin it back
We gon' hop out with them mags
Choppa kick a nigga ass, we been, slide'n
All these bodies I done stacked, caught em lackin
Pistol packin', all that yappin', get you capped
You know what, fuck it, I'ma spin it back
We gon' hop out with them mags
Choppa kick a nigga ass, we been, slide'n
All these bodies I done stacked, caught em lackin
Pistol packin', all that yappin', get you capped
Ayy, slide on the block, couple beams aiming all in your head
Niggas gon' really get shot, make em go stupid like he special ed
Say she don't fuck with the vibes, get me lit, I might fuck up the bed
Get me drunk, I might do it again, bitch, bitch a slut she gon' bring me a friend
Told me she love me, she gotta go
Sick in the head like a common cold
Only need brain like she honor roll
Sucking my dick while she on the phone
Fuckin' your friends while I'm smokin' dope
I'ma go Skits, nigga, leave me 'lone
Drinkin with hoes in the back of the Volvs
I don't know you lil' niggas, you friend or foe
You know what fuck it, I'ma come in with my gang
All of my bitches be pullin' my chain
Feelin' like Danny Phantom in the range,
Niggas been tryna fade it
Chop him and leav'n holes in niggas' faces
Leave him dead, I ain't leavin' no traces
(Leave him dead, I ain't leavin' no trace)
You know what, fuck it, I'ma spin it back
We gon' hop out with them mags
Choppa kick a nigga ass, we been, slide'n
All these bodies I done stacked, caught em lackin
Pistol packin', all that yappin', get you capped
You know what, fuck it, I'ma spin it back
We gon' hop out with them mags
Choppa kick a nigga ass, we been, slide'n
All these bodies I done stacked, caught em lackin
Pistol packin', all that yappin', get you capped
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Writer(s): David Ortiz
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