Uh, okay
Bitch get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, he ain't making it far 'fore he flat on his back
Said get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, bitch he didn't go far, now he's dead in his tracks
Deed's been done
Pick up and run
If the cops get word we ain't seeing the sun
Load back into the car, then we park at the bridge by the river and we dumping the guns
While we run
Count up the money
Couple of fifty's, a shit load of hundred's
Divvy it out and try making it count 'cause this the type job that you only do once
(Aw, Shit)
What's that sound
Lock all your doors if you know we in town
If it well past 12:00 and you hear a weird sound, then you better go hide 'cause I'm inside your house
Blast that ho
Search for his gold
Search his whole home when his body turn cold
Hand where my Glock is, I fill up my pockets
Now get yourself ready, I'm switching my flow
Damn, bitch
We going ham, bitch
Need a gram, jit
All the people talking crap, I don't know why they saying shit
Damn, bitch
Whatchu saying, bitch
You stop playing, bitch
Once I get my album out gonna blow up like Iran, bitch
All of these people try f*ck up my flow
Better get back or I'm smacking that ho
All these mo'f*ckers act out of control, but I load up my clip they ain't looking for smoke
These emo bitches cannot even cope
They drown in they tears 'till they choke
They over her tying they ropes and if that ain't enough then they slitting they throat
Bitch get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, he ain't making it far 'fore he flat on his back
Said get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, bitch he didn't go far, now he's dead in his tracks
Bitch get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, he ain't making it far 'fore he flat on his back
Said get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, bitch he didn't go far, now he's dead in his tracks
(Okay!)
Damn
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Uh, okay
Bitch get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, he ain't making it far 'fore he flat on his back
Said get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, bitch he didn't go far, now he's dead in his tracks
Deed's been done
Pick up and run
If the cops get word we ain't seeing the sun
Load back into the car, then we park at the bridge by the river and we dumping the guns
While we run
Count up the money
Couple of fifty's, a shit load of hundred's
Divvy it out and try making it count 'cause this the type job that you only do once
(Aw, Shit)
What's that sound
Lock all your doors if you know we in town
If it well past 12:00 and you hear a weird sound, then you better go hide 'cause I'm inside your house
Blast that ho
Search for his gold
Search his whole home when his body turn cold
Hand where my Glock is, I fill up my pockets
Now get yourself ready, I'm switching my flow
Damn, bitch
We going ham, bitch
Need a gram, jit
All the people talking crap, I don't know why they saying shit
Damn, bitch
Whatchu saying, bitch
You stop playing, bitch
Once I get my album out gonna blow up like Iran, bitch
All of these people try f*ck up my flow
Better get back or I'm smacking that ho
All these mo'f*ckers act out of control, but I load up my clip they ain't looking for smoke
These emo bitches cannot even cope
They drown in they tears 'till they choke
They over her tying they ropes and if that ain't enough then they slitting they throat
Bitch get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, he ain't making it far 'fore he flat on his back
Said get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, bitch he didn't go far, now he's dead in his tracks
Bitch get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, he ain't making it far 'fore he flat on his back
Said get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, bitch he didn't go far, now he's dead in his tracks
(Okay!)
Damn
Bitch get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, he ain't making it far 'fore he flat on his back
Said get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, bitch he didn't go far, now he's dead in his tracks
Deed's been done
Pick up and run
If the cops get word we ain't seeing the sun
Load back into the car, then we park at the bridge by the river and we dumping the guns
While we run
Count up the money
Couple of fifty's, a shit load of hundred's
Divvy it out and try making it count 'cause this the type job that you only do once
(Aw, Shit)
What's that sound
Lock all your doors if you know we in town
If it well past 12:00 and you hear a weird sound, then you better go hide 'cause I'm inside your house
Blast that ho
Search for his gold
Search his whole home when his body turn cold
Hand where my Glock is, I fill up my pockets
Now get yourself ready, I'm switching my flow
Damn, bitch
We going ham, bitch
Need a gram, jit
All the people talking crap, I don't know why they saying shit
Damn, bitch
Whatchu saying, bitch
You stop playing, bitch
Once I get my album out gonna blow up like Iran, bitch
All of these people try f*ck up my flow
Better get back or I'm smacking that ho
All these mo'f*ckers act out of control, but I load up my clip they ain't looking for smoke
These emo bitches cannot even cope
They drown in they tears 'till they choke
They over her tying they ropes and if that ain't enough then they slitting they throat
Bitch get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, he ain't making it far 'fore he flat on his back
Said get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, bitch he didn't go far, now he's dead in his tracks
Bitch get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, he ain't making it far 'fore he flat on his back
Said get back
Load up the strap
If he get any closer we blow his shit back
Step out the car with a couple AR's, bitch he didn't go far, now he's dead in his tracks
(Okay!)
Damn
Writer: Paxton Mook
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