Lyrics
(Mommy, India got them beats)
(Marcus, you killin' the beat)
Uh
Look, .32 revolver in my pants (Ouu-ouu-ouu), fuck the opps up
Ten shoot that blicky with one hand, ain't no offin' us (Ouu)
Lil' Dean with that shit, you'll get killed, bitch, don't talk (Ouu
Yeah), get out there, now, I'm with that shit, bitch, I'm sick, I
Ain't cough for nothin' (Ouu)
Baow, you'll get domed inside this motherfucker (Baow, baow)
Shawty on my dick, I can't love her, I just wanna fuck her
I'ma send a blitz, get 'em hit, bust up with them cutters (Baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow, ouu, ouu, ouu)
With the three shit, they don't mix, I got 'em pissed, they know
How I'm comin'
You wan' play with Sherhonda? Bitch, I'm gon' knock off your mother
Broke in houses with Three and I swung that heat with Osama
I spread this stick like a disease, I'm in the streets with no
Condom
He still could drive, hit up KD, I'll swing this Drac' out that
Honda
Nigga, fuck you, that pistol, and that clique ya claim, too
I get at shit, I take that stick, I cock that bitch, hit at you
I'll tear it down with ChoppaBoy, look how your lil' brother grew
On Dump, I'll bust up all them boys, if any one fuck with you
We the sickest in the city, yeah, that Rolls truck ain't rented
This Glock from my lil' bitch from out of Denham, hold on, hold
On, Ten, 'nem gon' get him
We just got the windows tinted, we can't roll them down, gotta
Hop out for to send 'em
Hit from 'cross my phone, hit across his dome, hit across his hat
Blatt, blatt, been wildin', I'm in that north, and you won't make
It back, and that's a fact
I'm YoungBoy, Lil Top, nigga
I don't care 'bout none of that
I'm well known with these Glocks, nigga
Tell me if you wan' fuck with that
Look, .32 revolver in my pants (Ouu-ouu-ouu), fuck the opps up
Ten shoot that blicky with one hand, ain't no offin' us (Ouu)
Lil' Dean with that shit, you'll get killed, bitch, don't talk (Ouu
Yeah), get out there, now, I'm with that shit, bitch, I'm sick, I
Ain't cough for nothin' (Ouu)
Baow, you'll get domed inside this motherfucker (Baow, baow)
Shawty on my dick, I can't love her, I just wanna fuck her
I'ma send a blitz, get 'em hit, bust up with them cutters (Baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow, ouu, ouu, ouu)
With the three shit, they don't mix, I got 'em pissed, they know
How I'm comin'
(Marcus, you killin' the beat)
Uh
Look, .32 revolver in my pants (Ouu-ouu-ouu), fuck the opps up
Ten shoot that blicky with one hand, ain't no offin' us (Ouu)
Lil' Dean with that shit, you'll get killed, bitch, don't talk (Ouu
Yeah), get out there, now, I'm with that shit, bitch, I'm sick, I
Ain't cough for nothin' (Ouu)
Baow, you'll get domed inside this motherfucker (Baow, baow)
Shawty on my dick, I can't love her, I just wanna fuck her
I'ma send a blitz, get 'em hit, bust up with them cutters (Baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow, ouu, ouu, ouu)
With the three shit, they don't mix, I got 'em pissed, they know
How I'm comin'
You wan' play with Sherhonda? Bitch, I'm gon' knock off your mother
Broke in houses with Three and I swung that heat with Osama
I spread this stick like a disease, I'm in the streets with no
Condom
He still could drive, hit up KD, I'll swing this Drac' out that
Honda
Nigga, fuck you, that pistol, and that clique ya claim, too
I get at shit, I take that stick, I cock that bitch, hit at you
I'll tear it down with ChoppaBoy, look how your lil' brother grew
On Dump, I'll bust up all them boys, if any one fuck with you
We the sickest in the city, yeah, that Rolls truck ain't rented
This Glock from my lil' bitch from out of Denham, hold on, hold
On, Ten, 'nem gon' get him
We just got the windows tinted, we can't roll them down, gotta
Hop out for to send 'em
Hit from 'cross my phone, hit across his dome, hit across his hat
Blatt, blatt, been wildin', I'm in that north, and you won't make
It back, and that's a fact
I'm YoungBoy, Lil Top, nigga
I don't care 'bout none of that
I'm well known with these Glocks, nigga
Tell me if you wan' fuck with that
Look, .32 revolver in my pants (Ouu-ouu-ouu), fuck the opps up
Ten shoot that blicky with one hand, ain't no offin' us (Ouu)
Lil' Dean with that shit, you'll get killed, bitch, don't talk (Ouu
Yeah), get out there, now, I'm with that shit, bitch, I'm sick, I
Ain't cough for nothin' (Ouu)
Baow, you'll get domed inside this motherfucker (Baow, baow)
Shawty on my dick, I can't love her, I just wanna fuck her
I'ma send a blitz, get 'em hit, bust up with them cutters (Baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow, ouu, ouu, ouu)
With the three shit, they don't mix, I got 'em pissed, they know
How I'm comin'
