Drid
Tata, Kyle Richh, Dee Billz
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Y'all wanna shoot a-, every Viral, shoutout Kaydotti, Kaydotti My son is everywhere yo , what the f*ck? (Like, everybody shot) yo call Jay, call Jay (Like, everything dead) (Suck my) Grrah Like (Glah glah, boom bitch) everybody shot He tried to run and he tripped he a dummy Ya' homie got shot and took it on a bummy (Like) niggas be internet demons, I catch I'ma cut em' and pull out his stomach (Grrah grrah, boom) Ain't no leg shots, I hit medulas Teach em' a lesson, I back out the ruler (Grrt, bow) Got a lightskin bitch, she a cougar (Grrah grrah) Ain't no lackin', I stay wit' my Rooga Bitch (Grrah grrah, boom) Don't run, don't trip Everything deady nigga, suck a dick (Bitch) Niggas be talkin' on me, Ion' care Cause my niggas in line put Ya' man's in a spliff (Damn) Brodie be buggin', he run, he get clipped (Grrah) thought it was sweet I put signs in the flicks (Grrah grrah, boom) Gotta move tact', on bro he a bitch (Damn) Movin' funny, I aim at ya' lip (Damn) He tried to run, caught a shot to the head Ayo Wayne, I'm smokin' ya deads When I hopped out the V, they all fled They know my bop, Mr everything Dead (Everybody shot) Like, I'm in the slime for real (Everything dead) Niggas they die for real (Bitch) So bum, niggas never do nun' Play wit' my niggas we sliding for real (Grrah grrah, boom) They call me Bardi, I'm in Carti Wit' the legs gettin' dead of Bacardi (Damn) When I'm wit Carter nigga, it's a party F*ck ya' bitch and I'm not sayin' sorry She tell me she love me, I said "are you serious?" like Jay said "You get shot if you curious" (Bitch) Oh you 41K? Like how? Niggas be pussy like Don't make me furious (Grrah grrah, boom) I'm fast, fill em' wit' ligaments How you 41K? Like what? You not a ooter Don't shoot on our drill wit' us D don't run bitch, dump that gun (Grrah grrah grrah) Once we slide, ran on foot (Like what? like what?) Li-like what? Put the dick in her throat (Grrah grrah grrah) Sh-she a baddie, she cuffin' the chrome (Grrah) He-he try to run, put a shot to the dome (Gang gang gang) She a thot, gun in her butt (Glah) Dead off the Migos she fiendin' to rump Dotti got slapped and got put in a blunt And free all my brothers Ain't see them for months (Grrah grrah grrah) I'ma G bitch, I swear that I'm clutch (Grrah) what? Who that? New opp in the runt (Grrah grrah, boom) Spot em', we got em, we turn em' to runtz What? Run down, he get turned into dust Li-like what? Clap that shit Up when I black, don't run don't trip Like what? Shots way too clutch, can't miss I got a knock wit' a beam on this bitch What? Ass fat, shit got a bounce I'm on this shit that Y'all cannot pronounce Like, she a thot, she be breakin' it down Run down, put the beam on his crown D don't run, d don't trip, like Got the knock on my hip If he run up then I'm flockin' this Shit, like, pop it, lock it Droppin' this bitch (Grrah grrah, boom) Strech you (Like what?) And my ooter, I send em' to send you (Grrah grrah grrah) He run up, get erased wit' this pencil (Damn) And it's still free the guys out the pen too (Gang gang gang) How you see me and I ain't see you? (Like what? like what?) Wanted to ask? Boy you shoulda threw (Nigga you dumb) That was me, I woulda' sent a few Like, Ball like Hamidou (Gang gang) Bro might up it, he clearin' the party (On bro) And she mean but you know she a Barbie (Gang gang) I might hit it then dip, girl I'm sorry (Like what? like what?) I might park her, not talkin' (Like what? like damn) I get heavy, she feelin' it still (Grrah grrah) Bro a zombie, he dead off the pills (Grrah grrah, boom) Toss the heat, I might give em the chills She recordin', I tell her to chill (Grrah grrah, boom) I'm like Brady, throwin' in the field (Damn) He tried to run, caught a shot to the back (Damn, damn) and his dad is up in this pack (Grrah grrah grrah) Love my body, I could never lack (Grrah grrah, boom) On her body-ody, throw it back, like Shawty be the strap (Bitch) Ootin' through the coat Shorty up it through the fuckin' mat Spin through, bend through in a U haul, like Glocky-ocky too strong, like Hit it wit' my shoes on, like Grrah grrah grrah, like Everything dead, bitch Damn, 41 shots to the head Everybody shot, everything dead 41, 41-41
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