I'm gon' rock out at the show
I got 30 clips in my gun and let it blow
Pull up with that stick got that choppa let it go
Talkin' on the net in real life, you just a hoe
We gon' make his blood spill
I don't need no ladder, get to the top of this hill
We gon' make that lil' boy lonely, no if looks could kill
If you pull up with that stick, then you better shoot for real
I got that gun, let it blow
She sniffin' white like its snow that bitch a hoe
She suckin' dick on the low, damn, I just switched up my flow
Bitch, I'm a pro, I ain't no average joe
Bitch, I'm a put on a show, make her go, whoa
Cannot stay I gotta go, cuttin' em up blade of woe
Countin' up dough
I'm gon' rock out at the show
I got 30 clips in my gun and let it blow
Pull up with that stick got that choppa let it go
Talkin' on the net in real life, you just a hoe
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I'm gon' rock out at the show
I got 30 clips in my gun and let it blow
Pull up with that stick got that choppa let it go
Talkin' on the net in real life, you just a hoe
We gon' make his blood spill
I don't need no ladder, get to the top of this hill
We gon' make that lil' boy lonely, no if looks could kill
If you pull up with that stick, then you better shoot for real
I got that gun, let it blow
She sniffin' white like its snow that bitch a hoe
She suckin' dick on the low, damn, I just switched up my flow
Bitch, I'm a pro, I ain't no average joe
Bitch, I'm a put on a show, make her go, whoa
Cannot stay I gotta go, cuttin' em up blade of woe
Countin' up dough
I'm gon' rock out at the show
I got 30 clips in my gun and let it blow
Pull up with that stick got that choppa let it go
Talkin' on the net in real life, you just a hoe
I got 30 clips in my gun and let it blow
Pull up with that stick got that choppa let it go
Talkin' on the net in real life, you just a hoe
We gon' make his blood spill
I don't need no ladder, get to the top of this hill
We gon' make that lil' boy lonely, no if looks could kill
If you pull up with that stick, then you better shoot for real
I got that gun, let it blow
She sniffin' white like its snow that bitch a hoe
She suckin' dick on the low, damn, I just switched up my flow
Bitch, I'm a pro, I ain't no average joe
Bitch, I'm a put on a show, make her go, whoa
Cannot stay I gotta go, cuttin' em up blade of woe
Countin' up dough
I'm gon' rock out at the show
I got 30 clips in my gun and let it blow
Pull up with that stick got that choppa let it go
Talkin' on the net in real life, you just a hoe
Writer: fewmets funeral
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