Song Lyrics
Molly keep that bitch occupied, snipers in my trunk on top of the roof, gon hit his ass down on business
saw you ricki lake
Boys in the hood trap them bags on the porch, got em finding your body like i m wayne williams, gonna catch em down bad
Puss ass nigga hit his ass in the kisser, boyz n da hood
shoot em in the back like ricky
On with that shit gon let it ride, gon hit his ass down on business pew-pew About, momma yellin kid yo baby
i ain t got that type of comin out the kennel
Bangin blue red like i m in the 80 s, lets shoot it out
put a curfew on your block like i m on probation
Shoot em in the back like ricky, knife on the choppa poke em like the penitentary
You gone fuck around get your shooter shot, puss ass nigga hit his ass in the kisser to, boyz n da hood
Four cuties that will get em out his feelings, makin juugs outta bitch like a body builder, on with that shit my nigga
On with that shit, momma yellin kid yo baby
Boys in the hood bandana like pac, pull up shooting houdini in a blue mercedes Longway, pull up to the trap got snipers on the roof
Calaso mob ties with real mob ass niggas, i guess its bout that time a nigga start killin
lets shoot it out
Throwin up the hood like a mason, keep a hammer on my hip like i m bob the builder, reverse the clip hit a hundred in a minute
Handgun came with a cinnabon, i m let my little homie eat you up for dinner Talk, we ain t got nothing else to talk about
I ain t got that type of comin out the kennel, on with that shit gon let it ride, send a hit at you pricks call me longway barbosa
I gotta dope tester, thats why let the choppa shoot it out Nothing, send a hit at you pricks call me longway barbosa
Reverse the clip hit a hundred in a minute, put a bag on ya head four cutie pies
From the other side playing with the chop in the trenches, full of bodies, saw you ricki lake
put a bag on ya head four cutie pies
My momma said keep that pistol, blue benjamin stack it up like boston george
Hit a whole hundred in a minute, makin juugs outta bitch like a body builder
I m a grown man y all all children, bonnets on his head hit em with the dick my nigga to, casket your face
From the other side playing with the chop in the trenches, we ain t got nothing else to talk about
Blue benjamin paid for the case, i m a grown man y all all children
blue benjamin stack it up like boston george
Handgun came with a cinnabon, we ain t got nothing else to talk about, snipers in my trunk on top of the roof
i guess its bout that time a nigga start killin
Molly keep that bitch occupied, pull up to the trap got snipers on the roof
A boot of molly get your shooter shot, hit a whole hundred in a minute
Boyz n da hood, i guess its bout that time a nigga start killin Wee, shoot em in the back like ricky
On with that shit my nigga, handgun came with a cinnabon
On with that shit gon let it ride, snipers in my trunk on top of the roof to, pull up shooting houdini in a blue mercedes
gon hit his ass down on business pew-pew
On with that shit, makin juugs outta bitch like a body builder
On with that shit gon let it ride, i gotta dope tester
from the other side playing with the chop in the trenches
pull up to the trap got snipers on the roof
Shoot em in the back like ricky, boyz n da hood, got gps bullets gone find yo location