Top Songs By 509 BMG
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
509 BMG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
509 BMG
Songwriter
Fooly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fooly Fooly
Producer
Lyrics
Pussyclat
My **** up to something, y'all **** ain't on nothin
Up that chop and turn them boys to four-flat runners
I shoot behind the line like Oklahoma City Thunder
What y'all on? I'm tryna put a pussy **** under
Jump out the cut and shoot precise, I got a perfect jumper
Glock 30S, shoot .45s, I'm tryna smack somethin
Baby girl, yo **** broke as fuck, he be bread crumbin
I can't babysit no **** who ain't got no money
That **** on some hoe shit, so I had to check him
BMG, I can't leave the crib without my weapon (Kriss Vector!)
I'm good to go wherever, long as no metal detectors
Aye, chop stick, quick to kill a bitch like Phil Spector
I got a landmines,in this bitch watch where you steppin
I smack da **** by myself, I ain't call lil Jefe
Fly ****, I still crash your ass like nine-11
When I'm finished with him, better hope he went to heaven
Jefe pop up out the cut with a Glock 19
Jefe pop up out the cut with Gen five, it's shiny
Told the hoe to roll my cracka pack up, bitch come fry me
Pussy **** still totin' that micro, it's tiny
It get dark up on that road, turn on your high beams
Don't make me call my **** Kold, freeze you like ice cream
The way I don't fuck with these ****, think I'm right wing
Freak bitch, she wanna taste, I told that hoe to come bite me
I'm droppin' dick inside that ho, her pussy tightening
I like all different type of hoes, I got variety
All these posts these **** makin, bitch go get a diary
**** flaggin' with that gangsta act, that shit don't frighten me
Massacring bitches wit this dick, I need some privacy
I'm in these fuck **** function like they invited me
The way my **** Vid pop bars, he got anxiety
Which one of my brothers gettin' rich first? That's sibling rivalry
My **** up to something, y'all **** ain't on nothin
Up that chop and turn them boys to four-flat runners
I shoot behind the line like Oklahoma City Thunder
What y'all on? I'm tryna put a pussy **** under
Jump out the cut and shoot precise, I got a perfect jumper
Glock 23, shoot .40 cal, I'm tryna smack somethin
Baby girl, yo **** broke as fuck, he be bread crumbin
I can't babysit no **** who ain't got no money
Broke ass ****, go get some money, fuck ****
It's tax season, fuck ****, go do your taxes, fuck ****
Written by: 509 BMG, Fooly Fooly