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Cortez Young
Cortez Young
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Bitch, yeah I'm in that track doin' donuts
All these shots, they like fuck is they shootin' so long for?
And the post drive-by like we blew that boy home up
Ayy, ayy, come here
Get to stuffin' dead bodies in the back of that KIA
I gotta switch up the whip so the police don't see it
I got a couple bitches that I only see on the weekend
I never seen this lil' hoe on a weekday
Bitch want suck die all damn D-A
Swallow the kids up without no delay
Keep callin' I decline it ain't no freeplay
I just be reclined recording freestyles
Even my B-day I ain't got no time to go celebrate
**** get rich every day, and that shit a fact just for havin' them racks
They know that typa shit get a rap **** wacked
Get his ass wiped off the map for a lil' bit of nun' we put shit in a pack
We gon' fill up them clips fill that bitch to the max
We gon' slap in the magazine, empty it fast
And we hit a third opp every time
We come back triple double, every game like I padded my stats
Ayy, ayy, come here
Get to stuffin' dead bodies in the back of that KIA
I gotta switch up the whip so the police don't see it
Hit me a victim up via the Vector
Feel like brotha lynch hung or I'm mannibalector
He keep talkin' that good, have yo' man on a stretcher, fuck **** catch a bullet like Odell Beckham
Fuck **** catch a bullet like number 87, **** 186, this a 187
Workin' that bitch you know that ain't no Uzi, this bitch is a new Mac 11
These **** be bitches, these **** be tellin' that boy need to do a guest appearance on Ellen
He play with his life, need a new cerebellum
If I pay the price they gon' do what I tell 'em
Bitch, yeah I'm in that track doin' donuts
All these shots they like fuck is they shootin' so long for?
And the post drive-by like we blew that boy home up
Ayy, ayy, come here
Get to stuffin' dead bodies in the back of that KIA
I gotta switch up the whip so the police don't see it
Written by: Cortez Young
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