Yo, Ayo, These duffel bag niggas is lame hoes, I Flame those Your papa should have left you as stain on clothes I rock heavy metal, 18 carats or better Blue Steel or Beretta, I'mma stack that Feta Guacamole, My shit is fat, I call it Roly Poly Niggas is screamin' like, Damn Ghost holy moly The baddest bitch is walkin' two steps behind me Cause the gods robes flaring out, Shit I don't care about One false move on the kid, I'm airing out Dumpin', bullets be hop skip an' a jumpin' With the automatic shotgun, hand on the pumpin' Dum, dum, watch your whole body flop And wyle the fuck out, I'm like a bull in the china shop Beasty, I can walk on cut glass, I bust ass Niggas better cover they face or get slashed Or see me an' ya Granny in the yard gettin' trashed
[Hook: M.O.P.]
Ayo back out, Give em the whole thing, Black out Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out Black out, Give em the whole thing, Black out Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
