Get me a cat, it's a wide body If he spinnin' on your block, then he drop
Bodies
Nigga what
Nigga who
Nigga what
If he spinnin' on your block, then he sucks Like your brother and your cousin f*ckin
Up They know it, tell the drum he sent him up
Now they never really get a come up Hit his bitch long, and she really suck
What the f*ck
I ain't never finna trust a slut I done sent too many niggas up
It's a bust, all these niggas got pulls But they scared to let a chopper bust
Homies f*cked up, and our homies wearin' NC4 When my niggas walk out, now he's dead
If you don't pay me what he owe me Then that nigga's good, instead of being ashamed
If his cousin in a dig, go to church It's a shame that he is dead
If you f*ckin' with police, lil' nigga, it's your life
I got five on it, like that nigga with his mic
If I catch a op-lack, yeah, I'ma take off with his bike
Heard his mama really cryin', I said, shut up, stupid bike
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Get me a cat, it's a wide body If he spinnin' on your block, then he drop
Bodies
Nigga what
Nigga who
Nigga what
If he spinnin' on your block, then he sucks Like your brother and your cousin f*ckin
Up They know it, tell the drum he sent him up
Now they never really get a come up Hit his bitch long, and she really suck
What the f*ck
I ain't never finna trust a slut I done sent too many niggas up
It's a bust, all these niggas got pulls But they scared to let a chopper bust
Homies f*cked up, and our homies wearin' NC4 When my niggas walk out, now he's dead
If you don't pay me what he owe me Then that nigga's good, instead of being ashamed
If his cousin in a dig, go to church It's a shame that he is dead
If you f*ckin' with police, lil' nigga, it's your life
I got five on it, like that nigga with his mic
If I catch a op-lack, yeah, I'ma take off with his bike
Heard his mama really cryin', I said, shut up, stupid bike
Bodies
Nigga what
Nigga who
Nigga what
If he spinnin' on your block, then he sucks Like your brother and your cousin f*ckin
Up They know it, tell the drum he sent him up
Now they never really get a come up Hit his bitch long, and she really suck
What the f*ck
I ain't never finna trust a slut I done sent too many niggas up
It's a bust, all these niggas got pulls But they scared to let a chopper bust
Homies f*cked up, and our homies wearin' NC4 When my niggas walk out, now he's dead
If you don't pay me what he owe me Then that nigga's good, instead of being ashamed
If his cousin in a dig, go to church It's a shame that he is dead
If you f*ckin' with police, lil' nigga, it's your life
I got five on it, like that nigga with his mic
If I catch a op-lack, yeah, I'ma take off with his bike
Heard his mama really cryin', I said, shut up, stupid bike
Writer: Sonny Bonaparte
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