Top Songs By 509 BMG
Lyrics
I'll pop a **** in his shit, you better get yo dawg
That goofy **** popped himself, I call him Cheddar Bob
Baby girl, what it do, let me get in them draws
This shit get hot around this way, you better not get involved
My ice came from out the jeweler, your shit from the mall
I put that shit on your medulla, I ain't gettin' robbed
I'm a Wizard with this shit, I feel like John Wall
I was a young ****, runnin' from the fuckin' law
These **** crabs in a bucket, I can feel they claws
Lil Jefe pop up out the cut make **** knock it off
I keep this shit a hunnid, I keep this shit blood raw
I'm tryna see your brain matter on that fuckin' wall
I'm known for gettin' **** smacked every time they piss me off
I see that green light in your future, ****, crystal ball
You wouldn't even believe if I told you the shit I saw
Them **** pussy, I don't know what they been tellin' y'all
You better use your second mind, you think about runnin' off
Got thirty-three shots, I feel like I'm Marc Gasol
I can hold your titties up way better than your bra
Fat pussy ho look like she got a pair of balls
I'll pop a **** in his shit, you better get yo dawg
That goofy **** popped himself, I call him Cheddar Bob
Baby girl, what it do, let me get in them draws
This shit get hot around this way, you better not get involved
My ice came from out the jeweler, your shit from the mall
I put that shit on your medulla, I ain't gettin' robbed
I'm a Wizard with this shit, I feel like John Wall
I was a young ****, runnin' from the fuckin' law
I'm gone!
Written by: 509 BMG, Fooly Fooly