Lyrics
keepin its sease so don t test me
you got a problem wit my click i m outside
We comin straight for you, i snike yo ass like i m wesley
I got my gun and my motherfuckin ride, hoe don t try me i stay ready
All that talk will get ya ass sent, just watch me spray some flames before we leave some ankle
Creep yo cats and beat yo ass, bussin heads is my specialty one like me you will ever see Crime, you thank you touchin mars cause wee some assassist
i got my gun and my motherfuckin ride
Atl we mondo mang, creep yo cats and beat yo ass Inc., this real and i ain t playin games
so do not get smart bitch cause we runnin thangs
got a fraul up my sofice so hoe lets take it outside
comin up poppin easily nigga i m a let his ass know he ain t nothin but a
we comin straight for you
My click i m outside, atl we mondo mang
We bussin heads so you bitches betta hide, i got my gun and my motherfuckin ride Inc., tell that nigga to walk my street
Hoe don t try me i stay ready, bitch that that you talkin Mob, walk in the street wit crunk and ad
Just watch me spray some flames before we leave some ankle, aight continously until music goes off
yo shirt gone be something heavy
From here on out we gotta tell yall niggaz what the, you got a problem wit my click i m outside
That that you talkin 8xs, bussin heads is my specialty one like me you will ever see Crunk, bitch that that you talkin
I got my gun and my motherfuckin ride, we bussin heads so you bitches betta hide, so do not get smart bitch cause we runnin thangs
I keeps it steamin the club and run off in the chamber, my crew thick so get off me
Creep yo cats and beat yo ass, just watch me spray some flames before we leave some ankle Inc., ain t got no time for lames just bout that money mang
I got my gun and my motherfuckin ride, ain t got no time for lames just bout that money mang
Got a fraul up my sofice so hoe lets take it outside, wanna buck its whatever g, wanna buck its whatever g
we comin straight for you
Watch me cock the back and let go, ain t got no time for lames just bout that money mang Mob, walk in the street wit crunk and ad
we bussin heads so you bitches betta hide
aight continously until music goes off
creep yo cats and beat yo ass