Dope flow nigga play my shit up in this bitch might make his head blow
Nigga want some smoke gon' give him cancer but he gon' choke though
Lil bitch she gon' f*ck fasho cause she out screamin' YOLO
Chain up on my neck this bitch keep dancin' like a light show
Bro gon' shoot the micro
762 jumpin' out that bitch no we can't fight no
Got That Blrrrd up on the back
I might send my niggas through that bitch no we not boxin' nigga
Get your ass popped like a soda or a oxycontin nigga
Mane you know your ass ain't dangerous nigga go put down that pistol
They gon' hop out make you famous nigga we told bro to drill him
Just cause you got that tool nigga you is not no hitter
Bro come off the hip he shoot that bitch he some like Pistol Pete
Hmm know I keep that heat hmm know I keep that fire hmm
Shoot from long range and I got dead eye
Hmm know I'm gettin' money in pockets filled with dead guys
All this off the mind I'm like damn I'm too high
Jump out shoot that fire hmm
Nigga play gon' die hmm
Bitch all in my ear when she be talkin' I hear a blah
Niggas must don't know this shit not sweet like apple pie
Bitches just be talkin' they all cappin' that's no lie
Uh if you talkin' too tuff then you bound to get put in a box
And they know I ain't goin' for shit if you buckin' this bitch then you goin' on Fox
5.56 got a whole lot of shots
I'm just rappin' don't care if it flop
And you know when I hop on the beat I be spittin' Fire got the studio hot
You crazy I can not f*ck with the hoe if She basic' in love with the money only thing that I'm chasin
I'm tryna f*ck on a bitch I ain't cuffin' a bitch get the f*ck out my face quit complaining
With some niggas that's twistin' they fingers' spot them' boys out then them niggas in danger
I never said that I was gangsta I'm standin' on business can't wait till we bump heads
And I'm slammin' this hoe goin' too fed I know I went crazy now I got the big head
I'ma slam on your ass like a bunk bed I got the beam on his face like a blackhead
Make this big booty bitch throw it back her ass really fat must be eatin her cornbread
Only took me three nights just to hit her
Then I dropped the lil bitch like a nickel
I f*cked the bitch fold a hoe like a pretzel got her goin' crazy she like how I bend her
Like a cake your ass gettin baked
Stop bitchin go make some shake
Up this bitch let it spray like sum mace if it's smoke in the city I need a new vape
They be like zo boy goin' too fast I ain't givin' no f*cks I ain't pumpin' no brakes
King Zo - Lost Bars, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Dope flow nigga play my shit up in this bitch might make his head blow
Nigga want some smoke gon' give him cancer but he gon' choke though
Lil bitch she gon' f*ck fasho cause she out screamin' YOLO
Chain up on my neck this bitch keep dancin' like a light show
Bro gon' shoot the micro
762 jumpin' out that bitch no we can't fight no
Got That Blrrrd up on the back
I might send my niggas through that bitch no we not boxin' nigga
Get your ass popped like a soda or a oxycontin nigga
Mane you know your ass ain't dangerous nigga go put down that pistol
They gon' hop out make you famous nigga we told bro to drill him
Just cause you got that tool nigga you is not no hitter
Bro come off the hip he shoot that bitch he some like Pistol Pete
Hmm know I keep that heat hmm know I keep that fire hmm
Shoot from long range and I got dead eye
Hmm know I'm gettin' money in pockets filled with dead guys
All this off the mind I'm like damn I'm too high
Jump out shoot that fire hmm
Nigga play gon' die hmm
Bitch all in my ear when she be talkin' I hear a blah
Niggas must don't know this shit not sweet like apple pie
Bitches just be talkin' they all cappin' that's no lie
Uh if you talkin' too tuff then you bound to get put in a box
And they know I ain't goin' for shit if you buckin' this bitch then you goin' on Fox
5.56 got a whole lot of shots
I'm just rappin' don't care if it flop
And you know when I hop on the beat I be spittin' Fire got the studio hot
You crazy I can not f*ck with the hoe if She basic' in love with the money only thing that I'm chasin
I'm tryna f*ck on a bitch I ain't cuffin' a bitch get the f*ck out my face quit complaining
With some niggas that's twistin' they fingers' spot them' boys out then them niggas in danger
I never said that I was gangsta I'm standin' on business can't wait till we bump heads
And I'm slammin' this hoe goin' too fed I know I went crazy now I got the big head
I'ma slam on your ass like a bunk bed I got the beam on his face like a blackhead
Make this big booty bitch throw it back her ass really fat must be eatin her cornbread
Only took me three nights just to hit her
Then I dropped the lil bitch like a nickel
I f*cked the bitch fold a hoe like a pretzel got her goin' crazy she like how I bend her
Like a cake your ass gettin baked
Stop bitchin go make some shake
Up this bitch let it spray like sum mace if it's smoke in the city I need a new vape
They be like zo boy goin' too fast I ain't givin' no f*cks I ain't pumpin' no brakes
Nigga want some smoke gon' give him cancer but he gon' choke though
Lil bitch she gon' f*ck fasho cause she out screamin' YOLO
Chain up on my neck this bitch keep dancin' like a light show
Bro gon' shoot the micro
762 jumpin' out that bitch no we can't fight no
Got That Blrrrd up on the back
I might send my niggas through that bitch no we not boxin' nigga
Get your ass popped like a soda or a oxycontin nigga
Mane you know your ass ain't dangerous nigga go put down that pistol
They gon' hop out make you famous nigga we told bro to drill him
Just cause you got that tool nigga you is not no hitter
Bro come off the hip he shoot that bitch he some like Pistol Pete
Hmm know I keep that heat hmm know I keep that fire hmm
Shoot from long range and I got dead eye
Hmm know I'm gettin' money in pockets filled with dead guys
All this off the mind I'm like damn I'm too high
Jump out shoot that fire hmm
Nigga play gon' die hmm
Bitch all in my ear when she be talkin' I hear a blah
Niggas must don't know this shit not sweet like apple pie
Bitches just be talkin' they all cappin' that's no lie
Uh if you talkin' too tuff then you bound to get put in a box
And they know I ain't goin' for shit if you buckin' this bitch then you goin' on Fox
5.56 got a whole lot of shots
I'm just rappin' don't care if it flop
And you know when I hop on the beat I be spittin' Fire got the studio hot
You crazy I can not f*ck with the hoe if She basic' in love with the money only thing that I'm chasin
I'm tryna f*ck on a bitch I ain't cuffin' a bitch get the f*ck out my face quit complaining
With some niggas that's twistin' they fingers' spot them' boys out then them niggas in danger
I never said that I was gangsta I'm standin' on business can't wait till we bump heads
And I'm slammin' this hoe goin' too fed I know I went crazy now I got the big head
I'ma slam on your ass like a bunk bed I got the beam on his face like a blackhead
Make this big booty bitch throw it back her ass really fat must be eatin her cornbread
Only took me three nights just to hit her
Then I dropped the lil bitch like a nickel
I f*cked the bitch fold a hoe like a pretzel got her goin' crazy she like how I bend her
Like a cake your ass gettin baked
Stop bitchin go make some shake
Up this bitch let it spray like sum mace if it's smoke in the city I need a new vape
They be like zo boy goin' too fast I ain't givin' no f*cks I ain't pumpin' no brakes
Writer: Devin Jackson
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