[Intro] Gang, brrra Mr. Bounce Out with that 44., nigga Ayy, gang
[Verse] Fuck a beat, I ain't had to beat no case, nigga Snitchin' on Lil Nahmir, watch them bullets eat his face If you loccin', watch I'll put you in your motherfuckin' place and Bitch, you know I tote this Glock, I don't tote no .38s On the block, bitch I keep them locked Run up, you get dropped Fuck the cops Go to 5-1-0, we sliding on the opp That's on my momma, keep a 9 like Rondo Clip whole 39 Turn his limb into some chicken, watch them bullets hit his fries I'm the boss, I can't take no loss but I'll take your life If you loafing in that prison then I'm sending that kite Whatchu think I bought this gun for? I ain't tryna fight Try to diss me in a song, I bet my shooter get you right If you talking, we pop up, we clapping, no need for that acting Say my niggas in love with that action, tote pistols in traffic Got it on me, run up and I'm sparkin' Shoot shit like I'm Harden Roll a blunt, we shooting at targets Loud smell like we fartin it Niggas thinkin', but it's still free Tay-K I ain't diss in him in no song, but yeah you niggas hella gay Tryna start some shit up for some mother fucking fame Niggas talking, I walk up and sent some shots up at they brain, nigga
[Outro] Ayy, gang Niggas already know what the fuck going on, nigga Mr. Bounce Out with that mothafuckin' .44, nigga Nigga, try me, I'ma flip your shit, nigga On gang, nigga Brrra, bow, bow, bowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
