Lyrics

(Swear to God) Grrah Grrah Why these opp niggas runnin' and shit? (Like, damn) Like, bend through with my gun and my clip Like, and these bitches is bummy and shit Why she be fuckin' for money and shit? (And shit, like, damn) Like, she a thot, give it up for a Lyft What? She like to vibe with the members Try to line us, on bro, I'ma end her Get-back gang, like, grrah, grrah (grrah) Drive-drive by ootin' from deep (like, damn) Pole jam up, he get beat 'til he bleed (grrah, grrah, grrah) Like, and we not gon' stop 'til he sleep Hang out the V like, "It's KR the G" (grrah, grrah, grrah) He tried to creep, but he thought I ain't peep (like, what?) Quick draw, ootin' like Thompson (damn) Beam on his face, I'ma drop 'em Spin through your strip, if I spot 'em, pop 'em (damn) He feelin' tough, I'ma flock 'em Gun jam up, he get beat with the rocket (rock-) Spin through, hole in his noggin' Like, damn, grrah, grrah She a thot, she think she grown You not my bitch, I'm just tryna get right Jenn-Jenn got the Wock', mix it with Sprite (like, damn) (Like, on your block and I don't wanna fight) I'm too high, I be smokin' on dead opps (dotty) Like, what? Don't run, got a red dot Head-tap gang, what the fuck is a leg shot? We got ooters, so don't get your head popped (damn) Lil' thotty, she wanna be next to me (like, damn) She want the 'Migos and Hennessy (huh?) It's a function, let's get jiggy (like, damn) Like, like, what? Don't pass me the Whitney Like, damn, bae, don't stop He tried to run, he got put in a box (like, what?) Everything dead when I step in the room Move wock, get sent to the top (grrah) Like, and I don't gotta diss to be hot Gun jam up, he get beat with the Glock (grrah, grrah, grrah) Like, like, what? Don't get bro popped I'm too tact', can't set no drop, damn And I mean all the shit that I did (like, damn) Won't forget all the shots that I threw (like, huh?) Twin Glocks, oot at his crew My bitch a baddie, the gun in her shoe (grrah, grrah, grrah) Like, throw three, you throw two (throw what?) Dissin' the gang, get slimed like goo (like, huh?) Like, like, what? Get high like Buu She like, "I get fly like you" (damn) Niggas see me, heart start pumpin' I told bro, "Don't stop, keep dumpin"' Like, damn, up that Gumbo Too-too fast, like, "Damn, don't run, bro" Kill a killer, I bet he won't kill again (like, damn) Bitch, if I miss, I'ma spin again (huh?) Spin through your strip, swear the G gonna finish 'em Run down, put the beam on his what? (Grrah, grrah, grrah) Why these opp niggas runnin' and shit? (Like, damn) Like, bend through with my gun and my clip (like, huh?) Like, and these bitches is bummy and shit Why she be fuckin' for money and shit? (Grrah, grrah, grrah) Like, she a thot, give it up for a Lyft (like, huh?) What? She like to vibe with the members (41) Try to line us, on bro, I'ma end her Get-back gang, like, grrah, grrah Drive by ootin' from deep Pole jam up, he get beat 'til he bleed (grrah, grrah, grrah) Like, and we not gon' stop 'til he sleep Hang out the V like, "It's KR the G" (grrah, grrah, grrah) He tried to creep, but he thought I ain't peep (like, what? Like, what?) Quick draw, ootin' like Thompson (grrah, grrah, grrah) Beam on his face, I'ma drop him (glah) Spin through your strip, if I spot 'em, pop 'em Grrah Like, what? Like, damn KR
Writer(s): Kshawn Hunter, Marc Anthony Alier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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