Lyrics

You can't skip the skipper
Bitch that's on my life
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Yea yea yea yea yea yea
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Yea yea yea yea yea yea
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Yea yea yea yea yea yea
All these gay ass wanna be thugs with they pants down
If they tried to run from this gun it'd be a man down
Streets got em bitched up
Thinking they all bad now
But you still a bum flexing other niggas bands
Scammers watch out my attachment blowing whole bands down
Drumroll please I'm the type to camp out
My last name a steakhouse and I'm not scared to stake out
Let me pull this strap out turn yo bitch into my fan now
Hating ass niggas on my dick- they fanned out
Fuck with me and fuck around promise you gone find out
No I don't gang bang but on my life you'll get slimed out
Big bad wolf I'm tryna run up in yo damn house
I'm not disrespectful til im disrespected facts
I don't give a fuck bout no stats, still get to the rack
Bonus points, vigilante bodies put in different stacks
Different coins currencies I keep em all in different sacks
Saint Laurent I got that shit straight outta Saks
I spoil my girl cause that's my world and she'll get every bag
Can't wait til I cop no I don't have to look at tags
So when she pop out on a pussy guarantee gone make em gag
Like how that girl get all that shit
Selling work, selling pussy or something just making pussies pockets hurt
Feline in Florida I'm still tryna dispose of
But bitch you just a hater cause she hanging with a big buck
Shoot you and yo man cause fuck you talking all that shit for
Spitting out buckshots since you wanna play
You some small game so I know I'll blow yo ass away
Tens across the board like I'm shooting at a gun range
.308 going bow bow bow bow bow
I want yo ass like now now now now now
Police come and I don't need they help
Get down
A power ranger save the day you can call me killa clown hoe

Straight up
Murdering niggas left and right on this bih
I don't even gotta hit you with no mfn stick ya hear me
Aye
Big brain do a lot of thangs you Digg
Get with it or get left
Lace up get ate up

Cause I don't even eat on candy bitch you know I'm sucka free
I'm the cause of deforestation we smoking all the tree
I keep my circle light and still the room gone notice me
No I'm not no slime but in my cup is magic green tea
When I'm mad all I see if red but my pockets blue
Rolling with some pink and green faces that's a bougie crew
AKA with some bad bitches all I do is spark a fuse
Scope aim sharp, taking shots with extended mags
Sniper on the roof what the fuck you know about that
3x optic 33 collecting dog tags
Walk em down a dog I'm stepping on em like a doormat
Hand to hand combat might turn you into wolf scat
Ya brain go splatty splatty splat on the ground
Face down people saying they aint seen you in a while
Take ya joy away and paralyze you from the waist down
You just a nameless nigga that I had to go erase now
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