I'm with the gang like Montana Tony
And we got them shells like macaroni
You not the homie so don't run up on me
'Cause my brodie shooting twenty-four like Kobe
I bet this m9 make him Hokey Pokey!
They look at the rollie like holy moly
How you don't want no beef but you full of baloney
And I got twin glocks on me like Zac and Cody (Ha!)
Whoa whoa whoa, bro slow yo' roll
He ain't really 'bout none just let his ass go
These holo's hit ya neck and your torso
Bitch change your tempo 'cause you acting real slow
Pull up with tote, pull up with scopes
This extendo too big for a coat
Like cotton eye joe, Vietto where'd ya go
Damn his ass just went to archipelego
Like Mexico, shells like tacos
Yo' ho' tryna go and you ain't know like Rocko
I'm in the auto doing the dash like Roscoe
And my bitch get more wetter than a damn grotto
And like citgo got gas, got smoke
I do not want no throat bitch, you gotta go
I'm kicking like Jackie Chan in a dojo
I pass her to my bro like a hot potato
I'm with the gang like Montana Tony
And we got them shells like macaroni
You not the homie so don't run up on me
'Cause my brodie shooting twenty-four like Kobe
I bet this m9 make him Hokey Pokey!
They look at the rollie like holy moly
How you dont want no beef but you full of baloney
And I got twin glocks on me like Zac and Cody
I'm with the gang like Montana Tony
And we got them shells like macaroni
You not the homie so don't run up on me
'Cause my brodie shooting twenty-four like Kobe
I bet this m9 make him Hokey Pokey!
They look at the rollie like holy moly
How you don't want no beef but you full of baloney
And I got twin glocks on me like Zac and Cody
I got two glocks I'ma aim at his eyes
He talking that shit he a hoe in disguise
Forgi-autos on my whip when I ride
Extendo clips and they long like fries
We pull up spraying and they ran inside
Headshots, we ain't shooting at thighs
Patek on my wrist and it got baptized
You ain't gang you don't got no mob ties
Smashing your girl I just call her my buddy
Only liked her for the way that she sucked me
Sipping on acid shit way too muddy
I met the plug all the way in Kentucky
Diamonds kicking shit, they playing rugby
I got them racks now she say that she love me
When Semi pull up to the scene it get bloody
Come kick it with me cuz your boyfriend is dusty
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I'm with the gang like Montana Tony
And we got them shells like macaroni
You not the homie so don't run up on me
'Cause my brodie shooting twenty-four like Kobe
I bet this m9 make him Hokey Pokey!
They look at the rollie like holy moly
How you don't want no beef but you full of baloney
And I got twin glocks on me like Zac and Cody (Ha!)
Whoa whoa whoa, bro slow yo' roll
He ain't really 'bout none just let his ass go
These holo's hit ya neck and your torso
Bitch change your tempo 'cause you acting real slow
Pull up with tote, pull up with scopes
This extendo too big for a coat
Like cotton eye joe, Vietto where'd ya go
Damn his ass just went to archipelego
Like Mexico, shells like tacos
Yo' ho' tryna go and you ain't know like Rocko
I'm in the auto doing the dash like Roscoe
And my bitch get more wetter than a damn grotto
And like citgo got gas, got smoke
I do not want no throat bitch, you gotta go
I'm kicking like Jackie Chan in a dojo
I pass her to my bro like a hot potato
I'm with the gang like Montana Tony
And we got them shells like macaroni
You not the homie so don't run up on me
'Cause my brodie shooting twenty-four like Kobe
I bet this m9 make him Hokey Pokey!
They look at the rollie like holy moly
How you dont want no beef but you full of baloney
And I got twin glocks on me like Zac and Cody
I'm with the gang like Montana Tony
And we got them shells like macaroni
You not the homie so don't run up on me
'Cause my brodie shooting twenty-four like Kobe
I bet this m9 make him Hokey Pokey!
They look at the rollie like holy moly
How you don't want no beef but you full of baloney
And I got twin glocks on me like Zac and Cody
I got two glocks I'ma aim at his eyes
He talking that shit he a hoe in disguise
Forgi-autos on my whip when I ride
Extendo clips and they long like fries
We pull up spraying and they ran inside
Headshots, we ain't shooting at thighs
Patek on my wrist and it got baptized
You ain't gang you don't got no mob ties
Smashing your girl I just call her my buddy
Only liked her for the way that she sucked me
Sipping on acid shit way too muddy
I met the plug all the way in Kentucky
Diamonds kicking shit, they playing rugby
I got them racks now she say that she love me
When Semi pull up to the scene it get bloody
Come kick it with me cuz your boyfriend is dusty
And we got them shells like macaroni
You not the homie so don't run up on me
'Cause my brodie shooting twenty-four like Kobe
I bet this m9 make him Hokey Pokey!
They look at the rollie like holy moly
How you don't want no beef but you full of baloney
And I got twin glocks on me like Zac and Cody (Ha!)
Whoa whoa whoa, bro slow yo' roll
He ain't really 'bout none just let his ass go
These holo's hit ya neck and your torso
Bitch change your tempo 'cause you acting real slow
Pull up with tote, pull up with scopes
This extendo too big for a coat
Like cotton eye joe, Vietto where'd ya go
Damn his ass just went to archipelego
Like Mexico, shells like tacos
Yo' ho' tryna go and you ain't know like Rocko
I'm in the auto doing the dash like Roscoe
And my bitch get more wetter than a damn grotto
And like citgo got gas, got smoke
I do not want no throat bitch, you gotta go
I'm kicking like Jackie Chan in a dojo
I pass her to my bro like a hot potato
I'm with the gang like Montana Tony
And we got them shells like macaroni
You not the homie so don't run up on me
'Cause my brodie shooting twenty-four like Kobe
I bet this m9 make him Hokey Pokey!
They look at the rollie like holy moly
How you dont want no beef but you full of baloney
And I got twin glocks on me like Zac and Cody
I'm with the gang like Montana Tony
And we got them shells like macaroni
You not the homie so don't run up on me
'Cause my brodie shooting twenty-four like Kobe
I bet this m9 make him Hokey Pokey!
They look at the rollie like holy moly
How you don't want no beef but you full of baloney
And I got twin glocks on me like Zac and Cody
I got two glocks I'ma aim at his eyes
He talking that shit he a hoe in disguise
Forgi-autos on my whip when I ride
Extendo clips and they long like fries
We pull up spraying and they ran inside
Headshots, we ain't shooting at thighs
Patek on my wrist and it got baptized
You ain't gang you don't got no mob ties
Smashing your girl I just call her my buddy
Only liked her for the way that she sucked me
Sipping on acid shit way too muddy
I met the plug all the way in Kentucky
Diamonds kicking shit, they playing rugby
I got them racks now she say that she love me
When Semi pull up to the scene it get bloody
Come kick it with me cuz your boyfriend is dusty
Writer: Semi Supreme, Vietto XV
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