Aye you know, y'all talking shit and shit man
It don't mean nothing to me bro, you know
That shit in one ear out the other head ass bruh
You a ugly ass bruh
They said what you want, I said everything, better run it up
If you don't this f*cking pump gon' pop just like some bubblegum
Guts like Luffy huh, you a buttercup
Not no Powerpuff and I be puffin' take your face and I'ma f*ck it up
Mafia with Tommy guns be flocking all at once
We pick it up and put it down you sick to stomach knock it up
Knock it off, why you running we just started having fun
It's one to one this choppa gunnin' in the sunny southern slums
You get saturated full of bullets I ain't got no f*cking heart
World is full of demons I'm just here to play my part
Suicidal thoughts and I converted it art
Ain't got no convertible so f*ck your conversation
Stress is on my mind but half the time I do not say it
I'm just tryna buy my mom a crib when I get paid shit
Tired of being broke, tired of struggling everyday shit
Shut your f*cking mouth swear you don't wanna test my patience
Fine Dying working hard no time for a break
Signs say I'm going hard my body might break
Body for body I put your food up on my plate
I'm just doing me so baby why you gotta hate
Never follow rules no pussy don't chase
Push to the edge alley-oop catch a case
Pull up with a group rally troops like a sergeant
M16 paint your face I'm an artist
Momma said get it you know that I got it
Roll with gorillas yeah I'm feeling like Tarzan
Three hundred kicks to your chest I'm a Spartan
Three hundred holes in your head you retarded
F*ck that shit
You gon' fold and shit
You a f*cking bitch
F*ck that shit
You a f*cking bitch
You gon' f*cking fold
You a f*cking ho
You getting f*cking old
Give a f*ckin
All these pussies shook
All these pussies talk
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin' I said
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin'
You gon' f*cking fold
You a f*cking ho
You getting f*cking old
Give a f*ckin
All these pussies shook
All these pussies talk
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin' I said
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin'
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Aye you know, y'all talking shit and shit man
It don't mean nothing to me bro, you know
That shit in one ear out the other head ass bruh
You a ugly ass bruh
They said what you want, I said everything, better run it up
If you don't this f*cking pump gon' pop just like some bubblegum
Guts like Luffy huh, you a buttercup
Not no Powerpuff and I be puffin' take your face and I'ma f*ck it up
Mafia with Tommy guns be flocking all at once
We pick it up and put it down you sick to stomach knock it up
Knock it off, why you running we just started having fun
It's one to one this choppa gunnin' in the sunny southern slums
You get saturated full of bullets I ain't got no f*cking heart
World is full of demons I'm just here to play my part
Suicidal thoughts and I converted it art
Ain't got no convertible so f*ck your conversation
Stress is on my mind but half the time I do not say it
I'm just tryna buy my mom a crib when I get paid shit
Tired of being broke, tired of struggling everyday shit
Shut your f*cking mouth swear you don't wanna test my patience
Fine Dying working hard no time for a break
Signs say I'm going hard my body might break
Body for body I put your food up on my plate
I'm just doing me so baby why you gotta hate
Never follow rules no pussy don't chase
Push to the edge alley-oop catch a case
Pull up with a group rally troops like a sergeant
M16 paint your face I'm an artist
Momma said get it you know that I got it
Roll with gorillas yeah I'm feeling like Tarzan
Three hundred kicks to your chest I'm a Spartan
Three hundred holes in your head you retarded
F*ck that shit
You gon' fold and shit
You a f*cking bitch
F*ck that shit
You a f*cking bitch
You gon' f*cking fold
You a f*cking ho
You getting f*cking old
Give a f*ckin
All these pussies shook
All these pussies talk
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin' I said
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin'
You gon' f*cking fold
You a f*cking ho
You getting f*cking old
Give a f*ckin
All these pussies shook
All these pussies talk
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin' I said
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin'
It don't mean nothing to me bro, you know
That shit in one ear out the other head ass bruh
You a ugly ass bruh
They said what you want, I said everything, better run it up
If you don't this f*cking pump gon' pop just like some bubblegum
Guts like Luffy huh, you a buttercup
Not no Powerpuff and I be puffin' take your face and I'ma f*ck it up
Mafia with Tommy guns be flocking all at once
We pick it up and put it down you sick to stomach knock it up
Knock it off, why you running we just started having fun
It's one to one this choppa gunnin' in the sunny southern slums
You get saturated full of bullets I ain't got no f*cking heart
World is full of demons I'm just here to play my part
Suicidal thoughts and I converted it art
Ain't got no convertible so f*ck your conversation
Stress is on my mind but half the time I do not say it
I'm just tryna buy my mom a crib when I get paid shit
Tired of being broke, tired of struggling everyday shit
Shut your f*cking mouth swear you don't wanna test my patience
Fine Dying working hard no time for a break
Signs say I'm going hard my body might break
Body for body I put your food up on my plate
I'm just doing me so baby why you gotta hate
Never follow rules no pussy don't chase
Push to the edge alley-oop catch a case
Pull up with a group rally troops like a sergeant
M16 paint your face I'm an artist
Momma said get it you know that I got it
Roll with gorillas yeah I'm feeling like Tarzan
Three hundred kicks to your chest I'm a Spartan
Three hundred holes in your head you retarded
F*ck that shit
You gon' fold and shit
You a f*cking bitch
F*ck that shit
You a f*cking bitch
You gon' f*cking fold
You a f*cking ho
You getting f*cking old
Give a f*ckin
All these pussies shook
All these pussies talk
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin' I said
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin'
You gon' f*cking fold
You a f*cking ho
You getting f*cking old
Give a f*ckin
All these pussies shook
All these pussies talk
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin' I said
Mowin', choppa
Blood on Owens
What you f*cking owin'
Writer: Javen San Juan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid