Top Songs By Softwilly
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Yumi
Songwriter
ssjishmael
Songwriter
$atori Zoom
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Lyrics
AV with that drip, ho
(Hit me)
Hit me, little pussy, and you gonna be ou-out of luck
This that .44 poppin' guts, leave yo' lungs filled up with mud
We accept the hits and drop 'em, leave ya body in the trunk
Do not fuck with us, I'm fienin' for some blood
And I'm over this, runnin' from coppas, choppas with .40 clips
I'm supposed to dip, choppin' it up with mobsters and poker chips
Roll the dice but just know sacrifice and that I'm imposed to flip
Openly, I'll be honorary the honored by obelisk (hit me)
All the homies makin' bread, you really wanna toast to this?
Life been blessed since 2020, am I really focusin'?
I've been up like super early, locked off doors keep openin'
All for me, I feel like I'm chosen, is anyone even close to this?
Pop, lock it, drop it, bitch, empty out yo' bank
I just hit a fuckin' lick, and I'm sippin' on that drank
I might drown you in the ocean, nigga, I'm just bein' frank
And I'm smokin' propane, I just got it from Hank
What you mean? She gon' fuck with me
That bitch for the team, sippin' lean
That bitch say I'm mean, I'm like, "What you mean?"
You a fiend, always make a scene, can't never come clean
I'm a king, bitch, it's team four, we comin' for the ring
Hit-hit, hit me little pussy, and you gonna be ou-out of luck
This that .44 poppin' guts, leave yo' lungs filled up with mud
We accept the hits and drop 'em, leave ya body in the trunk
Do not fuck with us, I'm fienin' for some blood
Got a bitch in the back that I'm packin'
I'm back in the pack and they callin' me captain
I'm stackin' 'em racks, and I'm crackin' her back in
I'm rappin', you lackin', I'm smokin' on cat piss
I just be fuckin' the track, hey, I don't be fuckin' with scat-play
You gotta talk with your man's, hey, that some shit he understands, hey
Best of every era, never underestimate, I'm better
I'm with the chrome Beretta, told that boy, "It's like whatever"
Pugh, p-p-p-p-pussy
Can't a motherfucker tell me what the fuck is cookin'?
Uh-huh, I'm whoopin', whoopin' up the nookie
Uh-huh, you pussy, you motherfuckin' rookie
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Got the choppas on the block, up on the streets, woof
Who gon' stop us? We get commas every week, woof
We stomp 'em off, big steppers Pradas on my feet, roof
My whole team dogs and we just broke off of the leash
Ah, top don, upper echelon, do not get involved
Calm down, FN on my arm, do not run it off
Stand down, who gon' set me off? Bitch, can't turn me off
Man down, decompose to rot, bodies cross 'em off
Step in, reppin', lethal weapon, call a reverend easily
Check in with the Smith & Wesson knock off heads so breezily
Settin' up the keys for me, I bet on the secrecy
Never know who's creepin', and that's why I keep the heat on me (yeah, yeah)
Young killa, do it for the skrilla (gang, gang)
Big spender, posted in a villa (yeah, yeah)
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep
Writer(s): Roman Rivera Luis Alvaro, Elazzouzi Ishmael, Yumi Blake
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