Lyrics:
Throw down ya mic son, ya gauge is empty
Plus the wack shit in the game might tempt me
Quickly drop non-stop rec shot
What I took on the road
underneath the mattress
Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front
gyal dem love fuck
Gyal dem 'bout ya plump up any man rump up
Found at riverton dump up
Pump up di 12 guage bunch up brain jump up
Knife first cut we mek
Yeah
(Yeah yeah)
It's Dolph, Migos
Drop that sack off, drop them racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
We know you real soft,
murder all you fucks with my 12 gauge y'all will die
I can't be with people that look down on me bitch
Load up the vest I'll kill all of the rest
Twelve
And under my seat for you suckers it's your final curtain call
The one two to the gauge P-U-M-P
You want to do a jack
I heat the barrel 'til it's empty,
Now the king told the boogie men m
"You have to let that raga drop"
The oil down the desert way
Has been shaken to the top
The Sheik he drove
please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With
And because I sin, I hope that God forgives
And because I'm dead, it's the only way to live
And it's the only way to die
Stop, drop, roll
I'm on fire
the fragrance
Of the sweetest symphony as it blows through your hair
Better can be nowhere
Our voices turn to whispers
Blending with rhythms of the night
(before, before, before)
And lovin' it till we drop (we drop, ah, we drop yeah)
We'll flex tonight until they break down the door (oh yeah)
The party
o'clock high
Well I can't go to Vegas
And I can't go to town
But could I maybe go to Freddie's
You know to lay down
But, it's a-maybe do this
And it's
back-spin
And no mack-10, it was just bats then
U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope
Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke
And you can call me if you
drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I
12 gauge pump started trippin
Kick the door open, blood stains cops came
Quietly I had to remaintain thang, same thang
My love don't fit you, I
night nothing but a stray dog running wild like nobody's child.
And little by little, light after light, that's how it died.
They say you never go
get down to brass tacks and start it
A carrot rope, feed my thrill,
I got beat by weather
A carrot rope, feed my thrill,
I got beat by weather
the world before
You fuck wit' me
Young nigga sheddin' TEC tears
Through these next years
Homie, tatted down and I think I'm addict now
For holding it down
'em,
Click-click, fall to the ground when the glock pop,
Nigga chest pump blood,
And takin' too long, better drop it on down,
Or ya catchin' two
road highway
Circle up, drop a tailgate down
Hemi roarin' like a hometown crowd
If you like a long bed disposition
Mud on the tires or you like it lifted
they can't do the same (nah)
Now drop it up and down, now take it to the ground
If you wanna please me, baby, all you gotta do is
Pop, lock, and drop
they can't do the same (nah)
Now drop it up and down, now take it to the ground
If you wanna please me, baby, all you gotta do is
Pop, lock, and drop
cock the glock and make room
Shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope
I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now i'm a g, psycho, crazy
Fuck
Aye
(PLUG)
Aye
Aye
I do this shit by myself, aye, I don’t need no help
Aye, nigga try me it’s a wrap like Santa’s elves
Aye, nigga want some smoke?
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