[Intro] (FreshDuzIt) You hear me? DJ Booker Yeah man, DJ Booker, real talk Ayy, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1] I walk in the trap, bitch get on the floor Bitch you know why I came, just give me the dope He thought it was a joke, now he on the floor Tied up with this Glock and you know I'ma blow Ay, kidnap him then he give a headed Bullets come down from the top like confetti I'ma take his gun if he try to sell it Should've rent a UPS 'cause the pack get heavy Get hit with this fire, bitch I bet you gon' holler Don't fuck with the snakes, but it's some on my collar And if he want a problem, bullets hit his partner Catchin' plays in the field, Polamalu Nigga he ain't dumb, he ain't take nothin' from me Wish a fuck nigga would take my money Exotic my runts, this shit is not crummy He tried to ride my wave, you know that I sonned him They like "what is you smokin'?" Lil' bitch it's the rapper weed I keep watching my back 'cause I know niggas after me If I dump the whole clip I know Dreek gon' shoot after me Bitch it's murder for hire, you can't join the faculty Bitch, I'm clutchin' my Glock while I eat at the Applebee's Bitch I'm high as the sky, I'm up here with the factories Bitch I do my own dirt, you ain't gotta look after me Bitch I'm handin' out shots like I'm making a daiquiri "NLE ain't got no money" Ha, ha, ha, lil' bitch you funny "NLE ain't out here gunning" I'll get a nigga wrapped up like a mummy I did it again, repeated offender If he acting fruity, put him in a blender If a nigga want smoke, we gon' make him surrender He was breaking the rules, my niggas suspend him
[Interlude] Get him out of here Get him out of here He breaking the rules, my niggas suspend him They don't get no pity, they get hit with the 7.62's We keep straps like suspenders, no cap Came in this bitch with the Glock Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2] Bring it back in, I'ma come a lil' different this time Always gotta keep me two nines Glock 19 put a hit through your spine Get a nigga whacked, then put him in a rhyme Jiffy cornbread, think she want some jiffy cornbread dick I put it in and makes her saying that he plotting on a jit It's bodies with this shit Get wet like toilet, potties in this bitch Bin Laden with this stick My niggas sendin' shots up in this bitch Yo' niggas gettin' hit You know I love my Glock, my favorite stick We always in some shit, no cap I just hotboxed the drop-top Threw away a hot Glock Put the dope up in my sock, the police tried to search my crotch Bitch I thank my sister every day because she gave the drops Put that boy up in that grease and fry 'em like a tater tot Cause I'm really that nigga, they know I'ma stepper And I keep me a gun, they say I'm a rebel Bitch, my bullets got bass we ain't worried 'bout no treble Boy who is you talkin, to? You better settle Bitch I'm a volcano, 'cause I'm finna melt him Put him on a leash 'cause my bullets gon' pet him And my shooter brainwashed, he kill if I tell him
[Outro] Kill if I tell him Hunnid round drum for a fuck nigga, lay down NLE the Top Shotta Got a whole motherfuckin' K round and the Drac' sound Love the way the Drac' sound Make a nigga lay down Fuck is you talkin' 'bout I really just ran thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
