Bitch, it's real do it,
A real shooter Let's get into it,
My mama say I need to change, but bitch I'm still shooting, Pop out a long clip, they think I shot a real movie, The way dat nigga got hit up I think he still snoozing,
Go for a opp's head,
Bitch we ain't aiming for no legs,
Think he got the ups but imma leave that nigga Dead, Nah I ain't playing bro hop up out da cut he get to spraying & den I hop up out da whip like nigga what you sayin?
How you niggas diss, but still ain't get back for dat 1 nigga, Tried take a pipe he got hit up, bitch you a dumb nigga,
These bullets hot they filled em up, nah it ain't fun nigga!, You hear dat?, i jump out you betta run nigga,
Where yo pipe?, we done took too many of em,
Ever did sum to gang? you know we coming,
We stay on p, q da first one get to upping,
& if he upping den i'm upping so we dumping,
No competition we da ones go hat for hat, Send yo best man bet he won't make it back, Aye we dem young niggas that get down for dem racks,
He tried to slide down & got his nugget tapped,
Drum on the bottom of the Glock unlimited shots for niggas faction, Niggas they be talking but they really ducking action, if it's funk it's funk stop talking & make it happen,
(Hol On, Whatt)
Nigga let's get into it,
Pop ah nigga up from out da whip den make some bend music,
I don't judge niggas from the struggle cause I been thru it, Nigga, tryn beef from out the crib shots get sent thru it,
Headshot, dub blue but it's a red dot,
Beam up on his brain you woulda thought I had my led cocked, Hollow tips burn chrome hearts turn his as to dead stock , two shots one opp's top popped den his legs locked,
Real block bender,
Shot sender, imma hot nigga,
We f*ck' opp's sisters, and our thots we got the opps tender, Sent a hundred shots on live but not one on that block nigga, You can catch me throwing niggas shots like a bartender,
Niggas mama's pushing peace dumb bitch its over for yo son, Stupid Nigga let me hold his yeek , it's over for your gun,
Track meet sweeps on niggas block's making niggas run, I understand if you lacking but how the f*ck you run with your gun,
I hate capping ass opps that ain did shit, I was 15 with the vultures that hate life & like to bend shit, F*ck ya dead nigga if you post em f*ck ya'll friendship, All em n****s gone die give a f*ck who you friends with,
My heart so cold, but these streets get hell hot, Niggas down the road free my soldiers out that cell block, 50 to your dome will leave a f*ck nigga shell shocked, Don't care about no bitch, but money got me in a headlock
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Bitch, it's real do it,
A real shooter Let's get into it,
My mama say I need to change, but bitch I'm still shooting, Pop out a long clip, they think I shot a real movie, The way dat nigga got hit up I think he still snoozing,
Go for a opp's head,
Bitch we ain't aiming for no legs,
Think he got the ups but imma leave that nigga Dead, Nah I ain't playing bro hop up out da cut he get to spraying & den I hop up out da whip like nigga what you sayin?
How you niggas diss, but still ain't get back for dat 1 nigga, Tried take a pipe he got hit up, bitch you a dumb nigga,
These bullets hot they filled em up, nah it ain't fun nigga!, You hear dat?, i jump out you betta run nigga,
Where yo pipe?, we done took too many of em,
Ever did sum to gang? you know we coming,
We stay on p, q da first one get to upping,
& if he upping den i'm upping so we dumping,
No competition we da ones go hat for hat, Send yo best man bet he won't make it back, Aye we dem young niggas that get down for dem racks,
He tried to slide down & got his nugget tapped,
Drum on the bottom of the Glock unlimited shots for niggas faction, Niggas they be talking but they really ducking action, if it's funk it's funk stop talking & make it happen,
(Hol On, Whatt)
Nigga let's get into it,
Pop ah nigga up from out da whip den make some bend music,
I don't judge niggas from the struggle cause I been thru it, Nigga, tryn beef from out the crib shots get sent thru it,
Headshot, dub blue but it's a red dot,
Beam up on his brain you woulda thought I had my led cocked, Hollow tips burn chrome hearts turn his as to dead stock , two shots one opp's top popped den his legs locked,
Real block bender,
Shot sender, imma hot nigga,
We f*ck' opp's sisters, and our thots we got the opps tender, Sent a hundred shots on live but not one on that block nigga, You can catch me throwing niggas shots like a bartender,
Niggas mama's pushing peace dumb bitch its over for yo son, Stupid Nigga let me hold his yeek , it's over for your gun,
Track meet sweeps on niggas block's making niggas run, I understand if you lacking but how the f*ck you run with your gun,
I hate capping ass opps that ain did shit, I was 15 with the vultures that hate life & like to bend shit, F*ck ya dead nigga if you post em f*ck ya'll friendship, All em n****s gone die give a f*ck who you friends with,
My heart so cold, but these streets get hell hot, Niggas down the road free my soldiers out that cell block, 50 to your dome will leave a f*ck nigga shell shocked, Don't care about no bitch, but money got me in a headlock
A real shooter Let's get into it,
My mama say I need to change, but bitch I'm still shooting, Pop out a long clip, they think I shot a real movie, The way dat nigga got hit up I think he still snoozing,
Go for a opp's head,
Bitch we ain't aiming for no legs,
Think he got the ups but imma leave that nigga Dead, Nah I ain't playing bro hop up out da cut he get to spraying & den I hop up out da whip like nigga what you sayin?
How you niggas diss, but still ain't get back for dat 1 nigga, Tried take a pipe he got hit up, bitch you a dumb nigga,
These bullets hot they filled em up, nah it ain't fun nigga!, You hear dat?, i jump out you betta run nigga,
Where yo pipe?, we done took too many of em,
Ever did sum to gang? you know we coming,
We stay on p, q da first one get to upping,
& if he upping den i'm upping so we dumping,
No competition we da ones go hat for hat, Send yo best man bet he won't make it back, Aye we dem young niggas that get down for dem racks,
He tried to slide down & got his nugget tapped,
Drum on the bottom of the Glock unlimited shots for niggas faction, Niggas they be talking but they really ducking action, if it's funk it's funk stop talking & make it happen,
(Hol On, Whatt)
Nigga let's get into it,
Pop ah nigga up from out da whip den make some bend music,
I don't judge niggas from the struggle cause I been thru it, Nigga, tryn beef from out the crib shots get sent thru it,
Headshot, dub blue but it's a red dot,
Beam up on his brain you woulda thought I had my led cocked, Hollow tips burn chrome hearts turn his as to dead stock , two shots one opp's top popped den his legs locked,
Real block bender,
Shot sender, imma hot nigga,
We f*ck' opp's sisters, and our thots we got the opps tender, Sent a hundred shots on live but not one on that block nigga, You can catch me throwing niggas shots like a bartender,
Niggas mama's pushing peace dumb bitch its over for yo son, Stupid Nigga let me hold his yeek , it's over for your gun,
Track meet sweeps on niggas block's making niggas run, I understand if you lacking but how the f*ck you run with your gun,
I hate capping ass opps that ain did shit, I was 15 with the vultures that hate life & like to bend shit, F*ck ya dead nigga if you post em f*ck ya'll friendship, All em n****s gone die give a f*ck who you friends with,
My heart so cold, but these streets get hell hot, Niggas down the road free my soldiers out that cell block, 50 to your dome will leave a f*ck nigga shell shocked, Don't care about no bitch, but money got me in a headlock
Writer: Diddy Howard, Rico Carter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid