[Chorus] Look, bitch don't be hollerin' out my name if you ain't tryna kill me Fuck sendin' threats, I'm at your neck, bitch you gon' have to fill me Suwoop, that's what I holler to my blood brothers We love trouble, Instagram beef will get you a blood puddle
[Verse 1] Pull up right on side him, open fire, flat the tire Walk him down then kill the driver, hit him up, ain't no survivor I'm a rider, draco baby chopper singin' like the opera Top shotta, handle any problem, Problem Child a problem Rottweiler but he play it cool, better not play a fool Hit him up, if he live he gon' be eatin' baby food Make the news, AK-47 send you to the moon Out my body, 'bout to act a fool, Dubba-AA on the tune Get out my way, bitch you better move, better not step on my shoe If you do you gon' fuck my mood, don't wanna see me rude Is you real or is you a bitch? you got me confused Your bitch let me fuck, I beat it 'til I seen the juice Bitch I'm ready to go to war, I got bread now Niggas sendin' threats, when they see me they put they heads down All that fake shit will get you killed nigga, I don't see nan' nigga And from here on out I ain't sparing niggas, pussy
[Chorus] Look, bitch don't be hollerin' out my name if you ain't tryna kill me Fuck sendin' threats, I'm at your neck, bitch you gon' have to fill me Suwoop, that's what I holler to my blood brothers We love trouble, Instagram beef will get you a blood puddle Bitch don't be hollerin' out my name if you ain't tryna kill me Fuck sendin' threats, I'm at your neck, bitch you gon' have to fill me Suwoop, that's what I holler to my blood brothers We love trouble, Instagram beef will get you a blood puddle
[Verse 2] Fifty rounds in this Glock ho, hope you get dropped ho Fuck a bougie bitch, I need me a Griselda Blanco This that mob shit, if you broke you better get a job bitch Bandana 'round my head, I feel like Pac bitch AR-15's will get your car flipped Shot up through your face and get your heart ripped Doctor tried to save him but it was hard, shit Detectors couldn't find out where his heart went Niggas took my cousin, I'm so heartless Jumped off the porch, ain't been back in the yard since Think you Superman, you feel like Clark Kent Bitch every whip you in better have dark tints Bake at every car you in Follow you every restaurant and bar you in When it's up Problem Child don't do no arguin', pussy
[Chorus] Look, bitch don't be hollerin' out my name if you ain't tryna kill me Fuck sendin' threats, I'm at your neck, bitch you gon' have to fill me Suwoop, that's what I holler to my blood brothers We love trouble, Instagram beef will get you a blood puddle Bitch don't be hollerin' out my name if you ain't tryna kill me Fuck sendin' threats, I'm at your neck, bitch you gon' have to fill me Suwoop, that's what I holler to my blood brothers We love trouble, Instagram beef will get you a blood puddleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
