(OH-MY-GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? Yes he did!)
On bro', I did (Slimee-Slimee)
Rrahh (He really did tho'?)
On bro' (Bltttt)
Gang (Bow-bow)
Finatic (Im So Slimee)
Gang (Rrahh)
Gang-gang-gang (Rrahh-rrahh-rrahh)
Peek out the window, i'm closin' his curtains
Creep on his block, yea brodie be lurkin'
Spin on his block, wash em' out like detergent
Bitch, im in my bag, fuck wearin' a birkin
Pull out the bad bitch, shit start twerkin'
Give it the finger, this shit start squirtin'
Bullets done hit him, his body was jerkin
And, bro' let it fye, his body was burnin'
Spark up a wood , now i'm fried like chicken
She hittin' the blunt, i'ma play with her kitten
Said he on guard? Better play his position
Put two-threes on his back like Pippen (Bow-bow)
Probably give him some more, in addition
Break him down, he in poor condition
So many bars, just send me to prison
Niggas don't hear me, so ya'll finna' listen
Back up nigga, we carry them bitches
They probably horny, they kiss on a nigga
Lil mama said, she want a vibe
No license, she wanna ride
Wolf on the gram, turn him to a slide
Bullets start flyin', they makin' him glide
Put him to bed, that nigga was lyin'
I'm pressin' the button, the pressure applied (On bro')
I ain't lettin' shit go, I got hit in the thigh
Pop out the cut, i'ma bake him, pie
Test my gangster? Don't even try
I'll probably bug out, lettin' shit fly
Like an airplane
Pop his top like Champagne
Hop out, fye', I ain't shootin' from mid-range
Hand on the trigger, pull it like a hamstring (On bro')
5iveten, that's my campaign
Slide thru with a semi, probably flip him like a handspring
Hatin' on me? That's a damn shame
Go get some money, you a damn lame
She give me head, that's a migraine
Like we in school, she got the best brain
On bro', niggas be cappin' and shit
Speakin' on me? Suck my dick!
Spark up a problem, shit gettin' lit
Like, probably start throwin' a fit
Bullets stretch em', leave him fit
He collasped, leave him hit
Make a scene, we carry clips
And, this ain't no fuckin' skit
Peek out the window, i'm closin' his curtains
Creep on his block, yea brodie be lurkin'
Spin on his block, wash em' out like detergent
Bitch, im in my bag, fuck wearin' a birkin
Pull out the bad bitch, shit start twerkin'
Give it the finger, this shit start squirtin'
Bullets done hit him, his body was jerkin
And, bro' let it fye, his body was burnin'
Spark up a wood , now i'm fried like chicken
She hittin' the blunt, i'ma play with her kitten
Said he on guard? Better play his position
Put two-threes on his back like Pippen (Bow-bow)
Probably give him some more, in addition
Break him down, he in poor condition
I put the gun his chest like a ribbon
He started some shit, so i'm gettin' him finished
Gang, Bitch (OH-MY-GOD)
Bow-Bow (DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)
Suck My Dick!