Lyrics:
to the fullest
Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets, Yeah
I got the sawed off fully, in the Sean John hoody
Get fucked ya play pussy
We
Bullets chip your l-I-p and dirty all your h-I-p's
Shout out to your homies where they're feedin um through they IV,
From the westside where they say I
to dem
Chop off leg
dem cyaa find
Weh me put him head
Damn.
You know weh man a talk bout
Ratchet inna ears part and bullet inna rass mouth
Mi
about, you know about dingers, dingers, dingers
Man's going in like a motor vehicle stinger
You fuck about, you, you're a minger
You got a dinger, you got
My God what a Palaver!
I swear you could not write it
Bought that laptop I saved for
Months to pay for,
Bullet biting.
Wrong model and no charger
I
walk
Cause ill pick up the pace
Got smoked times up
Said it's smoke he got laced
Like shooters be ready
I Pass them a bean gang
They in the vehicle with
and get the job done
Pull the lock out and fix ignition
Homie on the run
Fast as a bullet pulling moves
A hundred eighty cc
Run in high speed
But little
that's the European in you
You should hate bein' you, one of these choppas bullets'll make three of you
Pull up in the vehicle, baow, pull off laughin'
to the fullest
Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets, Yeah
I got the sawed off fully, in the Sean John hoody
Get fucked ya play pussy
We
And niggas know I go hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got em
Playing dodgeball with bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully
In the Sean John hoodie, get
T in that bitch
Yeah
Tired of you niggas, me
I can make her do tricks
Make the bitch do splits
Write your name on a bullet like a gift
I'm St. Nick
Caught five, Odell Beckham, Randy Moss like that
It's Bompton, reason why I talk like that
Bullet fragments still in my ankle why I walk like that
I'm
Yes now all of these bitches is hollering, screaming and running
And niggas is jumping in they vehicles
Screeching, you can hear their hearts beating
Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
Rae, we gotta generate, lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew
Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
Wrap up
come through
Unless your vehicle three hundred chain, silly
Laying in the park with the killas, the coupes, the villains
No rims, we just ball for
in the medulla oblongata and survived
And praised God with a bullet, I never collided
Some did and they lived, I salute the gods
Moet spilling,
From Gibraltar, and then
Hanamura, Japan
Their power is tested
Wherever they go
Rockets, bullets
You name it, bro
They've never been stopped
Or met
about that pain, I roll more dope
More tattoos on my torso
Bullet hole, bullet hole, bullet hole
Steph walk shit down with the give and go
What hurts you,
kicking like it's taken
Heard that nigga want some smoke so send some bullets his direction
Cause we gone slide cause we gone ride
And he gone die yeah he
Christ
Bet I trade and bet her twice
I shake on the bullets in row 4, 5 or 6 in the barrel, dead dice
My last play at heights turned into a led pipe
Told
Pleasure doing business with you, Angie
Satisfied, he cocked his wrist-mounted
Gun and fired
A bullet from atop a tall building
Perfectly striking
niggas that be with you, air out your vehicle
We ain't them niggas you hide from
Hit 'em in a knee and the thigh ones
Turn a six-five nigga, five-one
and chemical
Bodybags is coming, you running
Praying for miracles
They coming gunning inside of
A bullet-proof vehicle
Destined to be questioned
What they
a look at the way that the bullets spray
Everybody about to know that we don't play
Makin sure that your body arrive D.O.A.
Or dead on arrival (dead
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