Lyrics

What a **** wanna do? Better duck ya head low
Choppa swangin' through the roof, fuck **** already know
Get shit jumpin' like kangaroo, my **** ain't throwin' no blows
Lil Jefe pop up out the cut, and now it's vultures flyin' low
I got a big chop, it's long as fuck, look like a telescope
Want me to front him for that dope, I told that **** hell no!
Thought he was catchin' plays, don't give it up, he'll catch a shell though
I'm tryna face a fuck ****, no goodbyes or hellos
Them crackas blitz the block, my **** skatin' off like Shelltoes
Could be a zip of shake, you know my **** still be sellin' those
BMG, when I swang the stick, I look like Pete Rose
Cracka pack, it got my eyes low like Filipino
I'm a shit starter, dunk a fuck **** like Vince Carter
I done been thru some fuck shit, it left me broken hearted
Tryna run off on the BMG, he mentally retarded
I feel like Hakeem Olajuwon, these **** can't guard me
**** play with me or my brothers, then he gone feel this carbon
That boy a lesbian, his face all on the ground, he eatin' carpet
If I knew what I knew now, then **** wouldn't see tomorrow
I spent big money on these blickies, I ain't never borrow
I'm tryna cash a **** ticket in, like I'm playin' the lotto
I like all my bitches brown-skin, I don't like em Mulatto
BMG, I'm Pablo Escobar and El Jefe El Chapo
It ain't nothin but a word, for me to get a **** popped though
We barely felt that shit, we ran that **** over like a pothole
45 ACP, burn a **** like a hot hoe
All my **** really bout they issue, you could ask lil Macho
**** died, in the fuckin' street, for tryna act bravado
**** went out like a straight bitch, I thought that he was bout it
This a 5.56, but that bitch sound like a shotty
Better run or hit the floor real quick, it could hit anybody
When I come up off the hip, I'm tryna leave his body rotten, ****
Written by: 509 BMG
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