歌词
Got a ***** sick, I **** him with my chopstick
Running up choppers, I got glock in my pocket
Yeah I don't listen to these pop ****s
Your ** coming over huh just another *****
Don't know what to do but I know I ain't feel so right
Choppa wit extendo really leave him traumatized
Imma get another bottle liquor for the homi****
The enemies hate it when I tryna show some pride
Back to the days, I slept on the floor
Hitting them licks Imma kick in the door
I never vote but stay wit the poles
I pull up and I shoot. Now there's holes on your clothes
****s and molly, popping ****s in the party
***** wanna ****, I sip the Bacardi
Now I'm up Shout out my bro Lockie
***** on *****s, just clean up the body
I got hunnid shooters, I could just **** you over
Beat ya *** down, send you straight to the doctor
They be terrified, cause that ***** ain't sober
He is a sissy boy, I know you love poppers
Got a ***** sick, I **** him with my chopstick
Running up choppers, I got glock in my pocket
Yeah I don't listen to these pop ****s
Your ** coming over huh just another *****
专辑信息
1.AnotherB