Untitled Song

[Intro]

This song if for rimel

Oh my f*cking god

I ain't gon' waste no time on this b*tch

 

[Chorus]

Hop out with that cutter, let it bang and knock yo' leg off

Shoot your gun at me and, b*tch, I bet we have a stand off

Screaming "f*ck the judge" until them b*tches let my mans out

Everybody wanna be the same but I'ma stand out

Brought my n*ggas in the club and they gon' thug with me

I just snuck my .40 in this b*tch and I'ma thug with it

Let a n*gga sneak me in this club it's gon' be up with it

Everybody with me full of drugs don't give a f*ck with it

In this b*tch with Subbo n*gga bring the line out

Fresh up out that slammer with that hammer out my mind now

b*tches talking sh*t like we ain't with it we gon' ride down

Slide with them cutters it's a must you b*tches die now

 

[Verse]

b*tch, you must ain't hear my n*ggas, we go back to back

My brother never worried 'bout that, my n*gga, we gon' handle that

Runnin' from the system with that Glock up in my Gucci sack

Play and we gon' send them b*tches right where Nene Lulu at

To heaven since he claim that he steppin', that be that murder talk

Rep it like he killin', pus*y b*tch, I never heard of y'all

Fifty-thousand dirt, all of y'all

On the plane when the police call

And I won't say a thing, go 'gainst the grain, we gon' burn all of y'all (let's go)

b*tch, I got a hundred rounds who claim they want it with me, yeah

I'm with some youngins out the north, they gon' go under with me, yeah

I'm on my top I’m with the sh*t, I put that burner on 'em, yeah

Shoot him in his sh*t just like the last gorilla, n*gga, yeah

Throwin' slangs, well b*tch I caught what you said

Right there in Dixie, catch you slippin' send them shots where you at

I know they hating that I'm up so they can't wait til' I'm dead

Well b*tch come get the job done you know we living like that

Got 50 shots up in the Glock

This b*tch here come out Atlanta

I let Montana drive the car I with my son in the Phantom

Them n*ggas play I'ma clap 'em

I drop that bag, back to back 'em

That other boy was talking sh*t well n*gga look what done happened

 

[Chorus]

Hop out with that cutter, let it bang and knock yo' leg off

Shoot your gun at me and, b*tch, I bet we have a stand off

Screaming "f*ck the judge" until them b*tches let my mans out

Everybody wanna be the same but I'ma stand out

Brought my n*ggas in the club and they gon' thug with me

I just snuck my .40 in this b*tch and I'ma thug with it

Let a n*gga sneak me in this club it's gon' be up with it

Everybody with me full of drugs don't give a f*ck with it

In this b*tch with Subbo n*gga bring the line out

Fresh up out that slammer with that hammer out my mind now

b*tches talking sh*t like we ain't with it we gon' ride now

Slide with them cutters it's a must you b*tches die now