Nik you're sick
(Aye)
(Aye)
Pull up with the choppa, bitch we finna spin around
If we shooting better duck
Cause we don't miss we hitting rounds
Now your whole clique going down
If you wanna get to action then I'm finna air it out
Tell me what you on about
I got big knots
Two thots on me and they freaky
I don't got the time for talking keep it short when speaking with me
But you know my money long
Counting paper blues and fifties and I'm writing all these songs
Making hits this shit too easy
(Uh)
Tryna bag up all the guala
Like a roller Ima hit you
Drop that season you a goner
Forty bullets hit your tissue
Need a gang to roll your bricks
Got that stick you making issues
Call the burner with the ransom
Paying up we got the big news
Like
Got me rolling wit yo bitch
I'm pace it 30 rounds
Ima hit you hollow tips
You tryna back up get racks up
You ain't ever hit a lick
Tryna run up get down
Blade cut them leave them ripped
Pull up with the choppa bitch we finna spin around
If we shooting, better duck
Cause we don't miss we hitting rounds
Now your whole clique going down
If you wanna get to action then I'm finna air it out
Tell me what you on about
I got big knots
Two thots on me and they freaky
I don't got the time for talking keep it short when speaking with me
But you know my money long
Counting paper blues and fifties and I'm writing all these songs
Making hits this shit too easy
(Uh)
Running bags we run your papers
Hit your boy it's a money dance
Thirty perc up through a dollar
Make your bitch go in a trance
Fuck them down bitch woah
Got em seeking from a glance
Hit the pedal eating dust
Bitch I'm deadly check your stance
Ima pull up like a trigger
Burnin smoke we made them bounce
Choppa kill them in a figure
You a number like a clown
Back up 'fore we hit you
Leave them headless in the ground
We gon' sever guillotine
Got you dead we hit your crown
Pull up with the choppa bitch we finna spin around
If we shooting, better duck
Cause we don't miss we hitting rounds
Now your whole clique going down
If you wanna get to action then I'm finna air it out
Tell me what you on about
I got big knots
Two thots on me and they freaky
I don't got the time for talking keep it short when speaking with me
But you know my money long
Counting paper blues and fifties and I'm writing all these songs
Making hits this shit too easy
(Uh)