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Lyricist: TM
Lyrics:
[Skit] [?] county, 9-1-1, what's the address of— Sir is there any serious bleeding I said yes, bro Okay, is he completely alert? Is he what? Is he completely alert? Do you hear him? Do you not hear this man, bro? Sir, I'm asking you, is he completely alert? He's neutralized— Are you with him now? He's neutralized until you guys get here [Intro] Uh (Pooh, you a fool for this one), yeah, yeah, bitch I end up hitting that hoe in my socks (Go) (Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
[Chorus] Getting into it with one shoe on Hitting that hoe in my socks Popping shit how I pop it, uh Riding around with that Glock, yeah Talking shit like my mama Ready to hit like my pops Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around with me, you gone f*ck around, get shot
[Verse 1] I ain't giving warnings to niggas, I'm stepping Pull out that forty on niggas and Uh Pull out that forty on niggas and bless 'em If you good with the lord then I'll send you to Heaven If not go to hell lil' nigga Trigger happy, Imma drop shells lil nigga Bond money, we don't f*ck with jail lil nigga Anybody 'round me pay the bail and go get 'em Hope that hating shit working out, the black and the white people all on my dick 'cause I'm versatile It's Baby, that nigga you heard about I f*cked on her, she a squirter now I like how she talk, I'm in love with her I'm kidding, say whatever to get that lil kitty Niggas ever ain't tripping on titties Take this bread and go get me a glizzy f*ck bitches, get money, got it tatted on my thighs I see every time a nigga shitting Except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama And still my lil gangsta give me remy Bitch, I been player, niggas silly If she come earning some stripes, I might let her spend the night Keeping on one of my Nikes, freaking three hoes like a dyke
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