Lyrics

I'll never go broke, latex gloves before I touch the dope
Better not come close, gon' catch a contact high from this gun smoke
Pop out with them sticks and smash your ass, ain't even need the scope
I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna make these **** hang from ropes
What ya on?
I'll beat a **** ass like Jon Jones
Lil Jefe pop up out the cut and torch, he left his phone at home
I got fifteen shots in this Glock, bitch, I feel like Patrick Mahomes
I been on the road, runnin' up them racks, Terrell Owens
Try me like a hoe, I'm makin' everybody hit the floor
I'm tryna put a **** in a wheelchair, he look like Joe
I caught that **** at the show, that boy look like he seen a ghost
He playin' pussy till I hit a **** with this Calico
Boy, you better tuck your hoe, cause I be fuckin' bitches' throats
That **** flaggin' with them poles, he don't know we be takin' those
Hit a **** with some flamin' hot shit like Buffalo
I got a baby .45 it kick like Tae Kwon Doe
Glock 23, kick like you standin' behind a horse
Swing my way, I'm tryna leave a stupid **** on my porch
I see my brother get a bowl, he beat that bitch like Bryn Forbes
I crack open a pack of dope and that bitch open up my pores
These **** too fuckin' broke, it cost money to go to war
**** phone jumpin' fasho, we don't be posted at the store
We got bricks and keys up in this bitch, I heard they open doors
And I'm gon' get on ass about my brother, what you gon' do for yours?
When I catch them boys, it's danger business, fuck the back and forth
Come off the hip, and keep clickin' until a **** on the floor
BMG I'm married to the game, we'll never get divorced
I wake up early in the morning, grab my fuckin' pistol out the drawer
I'll never go broke, latex gloves before I touch the dope
Better not come close, gon' catch a contact high from this gun smoke
Pop out with them sticks and smash your ass, ain't even need the scope
I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna make these **** hang from ropes
What ya on?
I'll beat a **** ass like Jon Jones
Lil Jefe pop up out the cut and torch, he left his phone at home
I got fifteen shots in this Glock, bitch, I feel like Patrick Mahomes
I been on the road, runnin' up them racks, Terrell Owens
Written by: 509 BMG, Kemi Kelex
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