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Go Grizz Yeah, yeah yeah, ayy (Winner's circle) Extended the clips in all of my guns, I could go to war with ISIS (Yeah) Keep the strap up on my hip, they say, "Lil' chop a dyke" Hit her from the back one time, I ain't doin' no motherfuckin' wifin' (Yeah, ayy) He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time I'm rappin I'm knockin' his tops, he think's that I'm cappin' Put him on the news, we bringin' the static Handguns and them automatics Dressed in that guala, bitch, I gotta have it Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic These niggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic Lil' bro in the field, doin' drills like Madden If a fuck nigga play we gon' fuck it up Got my strap in the seat, tell 'em, "Buckle up" I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up Take a trip for a week, you gon' fuck or what? Ayy, bitch Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah? I told her, "Drop her drawers" And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls She got some magical jaws, yeah Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag SongtexteBitch, you know I ain't totin' a pro mag Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch-ass I'm leavin' niggas layin' in the mud for fuckin' shitbags They say, "Why you rappin' bout hoes and shit?" 'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and shit I'm the one buyin' their clothes and shit VVS on. my neck and they froze and shit Hit her one time and she actin' out Red beam on my strap like I'm backin' out And I full lotta bowls when I'm packin' now Smoke a whole lotta dope, I ain't flashin' out My chopper kill just like a kangaroo When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe I might wet him like a swimmin' pool Or just like some fuckin' lube I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school Mechanical choppa because I'm ridin' with a lotta tools This nigga tried to rob me so you know I had to drape the dude But they tryna be, but it's not easy Hol' on, it's not easy I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin' Put the gang on the bitch like I'm Y Beezy The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy If I said it, I said it, and I mean it Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan Got a whole lotta music I'm not leakin' Ayy, what the fuck a nigga wanna do I got 'bout four, five choppers when I'm ridin' in my coupe And bitch, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup Now a nigga need a toothpick 'cause there's steak stuck in my tooth (Yeah) How many guns I got? A lot And bitch, we trapping' spot to spot And you would think this shit is gumbo but it's dope up in the pot And bitch, my pockets is on swol', and it's lookin' like a knot Top shotta in this bitch, nigga, you a bombaclot (Gang, gang) Ayy, she want a bag, and I got a bag, but she don't get nothin' Ayy, got a whole cash, and I'm livin' too fast, mama couldn't do nothin' I spend guala in public, all my niggas, they do what I do, like puppies Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin', in the Yo with a Polo on, bro, I'm cookin' (Yeah) I might wet him like a swimmin' pool Or just like some fuckin' lube I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school Mechanical choppa because I'm ridin' with a lotta tools This nigga tried to rob me so you know I had to drape the dude But they tryna be, but it's not easy Hol' on, it's not easy I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin' Put the gang on the bitch like I'm Y Beezy The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy If I said it, I said it, and I mean it Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan Got a whole lotta music I'm not leakin' Aus Songtexte Mania