OH-MY-GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?
(On bro, I did)
(Rrahh)
Bow, bow
Bow (Where yo' bitch at?)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
(Come get yo' bitch)
She callin' me her man, yo' ho bein' a fan
She love to dance when she with me
That ass gon clap, i'ma lend a hand
And, I don't give a fuck bout' her man
He want a problem? He'll get clapped with the shit in my hand
I'ma leave a lil nigga stretched, i'll put this shit to his mind and his brain gon expand
Fuck lil bro' thought? He should've stayed on that porch
Brodie gon' shoot, if you swing thru the Courts'
I don't fuck with the pigs, I don't even like pork
(I don't fuck with the pigs, I don't even like pork)
I'ma get me some gold like a medal, I ain't playin' no sports
Bitch, i'm built like a fort
Uh, we see a opp in the way
He gettin' jumped like an obstacle course
Bitch, I'm a Boss, Rick Ross
Shittin' on niggas, don't get me pissed off
Call me a Pit', big dog
You'll get three to your back like Chris Paul
Lil bro had a big fraud
We had his bank card, we made a withdrawal
Do a hit, can't make sure the pigs saw
I'll put the piece to a nigga like Jig Saw
Them niggas on that? Fuck it, i'm on that
Watch out for that car, i'm on that
We slide, you know where i'm leavin' my phone at
Put the blick right where a nigga dome at
Hit his head now he got a red-toned hat
She a red bitch, I wanna bone that
Yo' bitch love my skin, my tone black
Grrahh
Light up his face, i'ma make shit go black, give a nigga Zes like Kodak
Fuck a quarterback, these bullets i'ma throw that
Leave him the past like a throwback
Baeboy just popped him a M5 Comp', he had to take out the lojack
Cuz' na, he don't wanna get traced by the cops
He said fuck jail, he ain't goin' back
But i'm on that, i'll off a nigga
Now the cops on the scene, white chalkin' niggas
He'll get smoked then put in a coffin
Then I smoke on lil bro, got me coughin'
Grrahh, i'ma shoot like i'm holdin' a Spaldin'
Nine-to-five, put in work like the office (Bitch)
He wanna be in that water, i'll make lil bro' run like a faucet (Bitch)
Fuck lil bro' thought? He should've stayed on that porch
Brodie gon' shoot, if you swing thru the Courts'
I don't fuck with the pigs, I don't even like pork
(I don't fuck with the pigs, I don't even like pork)
I'ma get me some gold like a medal, I ain't playin' no sports
Bitch, i'm built like a fort
Uh, we see a opp in the way
He gettin' jumped like an obstacle course
I'm hungry, so i'ma eat up
I got the grip, we can meet up
Time to get busy, I lift the heat up
Two-twenty-threes chop his meat up
Niggas broke, yea they need bucks
Flip me a pack then I reup
Give her strokes, make her back ease up
After i'm done, leave her knees up
Wait, hold up
Fourteen, when I first picked the pole up
Cops took that shit, it was over
Why you talkin' bout shit? You don't know nothin'
They ain't know I had that, I ain't show nothin'
You a lil nigga, i'll make you store run
I had a fifty, uncase it was more of them
Them bullets hurt, them shits tor-ture them
He should've stayed on that porch (OH-MY-GOD)
Brodie gon' shoot, if you swing thru the Courts' (DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)
I don't fuck with the pigs, I don't even like pork
(I don't fuck with the pigs, I don't even like pork)
I'ma get me some gold like a medal, I ain't playin' no sports
Bitch, i'm built like a fort
Uh, we see a opp in the way
He gettin' jumped like an obstacle course