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What?!
Finna hit him in his top
What?! What?! What?!
Finna hit him in his top
What?! What?!
Finna - (What?!)
Finna hit -
What?! What?!
Finna hit him in his top
What's up bitch? I'm braggadocious
I got codeine in my kidneys and bitch, I just love it, huh
I don't plan on datin' hoes, like, I ain't gon' love ya, huh
My shooters pull, never miss
Shooting out, with the cars, do a lick
I got hoes on my mind
Fuck you and yours, bitch, you ain't about it, huh
Bout' that gang shit, gang shit, gang shit, yuh, gang shit, gang shit, yuh, gang shit, gang shit
Hit him with that Glock 45, turn this clock to 45
Pickin' up my bitches one by one, huh, pickin' who ain't mine
Devastation, huh, my fault that your cuzzie's on the hotline
Pirate shit, cuz I stabbed the opp, I caught him in his eye
What's up bitch? I'm braggadocious
I got codeine in my kidneys and bitch, I just love it, huh
I don't plan on datin' hoes, like, I ain't gon' love ya, huh
My shooters pull, never miss
Shooting out, with the cars, do a lick
I got hoes on my mind
Fuck you and yours, bitch, you ain't about it, huh
Bout' that gang shit, gang shit, gang shit, yuh, gang shit, gang shit, yuh, gang shit, gang shit
Finna hit him in his top
What?! What?! What?!
Finna hit him in his top
What?! What?!
Finna - (What?!)
Finna hit -
What?! What?!
Finna hit him in his top
What's up bitch? I'm braggadocious
I got codeine in my kidneys and bitch, I just love it, huh
I don't plan on datin' hoes, like, I ain't gon' love ya, huh
My shooters pull, never miss
Shooting out, with the cars, do a lick
I got hoes on my mind
Fuck you and yours, bitch, you ain't about it, huh
Bout' that gang shit, gang shit, gang shit, yuh, gang shit, gang shit, yuh, gang shit, gang shit
Hit him with that Glock 45, turn this clock to 45
Pickin' up my bitches one by one, huh, pickin' who ain't mine
Devastation, huh, my fault that your cuzzie's on the hotline
Pirate shit, cuz I stabbed the opp, I caught him in his eye
What's up bitch? I'm braggadocious
I got codeine in my kidneys and bitch, I just love it, huh
I don't plan on datin' hoes, like, I ain't gon' love ya, huh
My shooters pull, never miss
Shooting out, with the cars, do a lick
I got hoes on my mind
Fuck you and yours, bitch, you ain't about it, huh
Bout' that gang shit, gang shit, gang shit, yuh, gang shit, gang shit, yuh, gang shit, gang shit
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Writer(s): Respect G
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