Lyrics:
poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom stop coppin
Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, glock cocked
Dots shots in, call em re-run he pop lockin
When I
blend ya
Dick up like a roaster, you be like whose the
My music will lose ya, you miniture
I got this microphone, pulled back and cocked
And all sperm
the process (process)
Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (hide it)
Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket (pocket)
Already cocked it, flip
she's a Taurus
She said she expensive, well, I could afford it
Never pay for it, but I could explore it
Have your tongue out and legs cocked open like
keep the glizzy cocked
You don't dance, well this your chance
Bullets make you milly rock
I'm a Muslim with this pole, I be getting busy, ahk
Taking
Straight cash you niggas trash
(French Montana)
Not a personal opp my arsenal cocked
Your man fresh home tell P throw 'em a block
I got a mind on my own
Chilling outside in the whip
With the 5th cocked!
Face under my navel, sort of like a table
The bitch doing shit, got my
Dick in a lip lock, rollin!
Aroma
own big woman
Fuck to di base cah I like Peter
Yuh breast cocked like nine millimeter
Mi nuh waan see nuh AK none at all
Baby put yuh 2 foot over
the gun cocked
Found out who it, was I was unshocked
Played hot blocks let cops watch
Stacked money for a house now I run shop
That 9 up in this bitch
a dealer
Got a couple killings on my
Niggas hatin' so my hammer cocked
Fresh drop better watch your woman
Hottest out the city don't be silly
Bitch I'm Cajun
trunks
We roll slabs and we don't do dunks
Shoes be four's and they don't be pumps
We smoke Kush and we don't do bump
FN cocked and we don't do pumps
One
"You heard about what's goin' on in there?"
"Heard a lotta bullshit cocked, I know that much"
"This isn't bullshit, my friend"
"Do you know
the kitchen to an uncontrollable flame
That fully auto was tame, now it's reloaded, cocked, and aimed
He picked up the poison when he picked up the loose
Half cocked and half baked
Used to keep a full stock of work, half rocked and half shake
My mistake, sign a track agreement
For more Gs than lines
it and
Whoo
Sittin' back, reminiscin'
Of how I used to get down and dirty wit' ya
I pull up on a hot block and come and get ya
Wit' a pistol cocked
the ones that say we got this, that you ain't alone
As long as I'm here to pull out that Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got rich but on the low you
the islander
Woke up in the furtive spring
More capable of anything
I waited for more men to come
Hey docked their boats and cocked their guns
The time
in love with the Georgia Peach
I heard you wanna hit this twat, nigga I thought not
Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock cocked
Got too much
cocked and shot all over yo' forehead
You a po' rat, and yo' pussy fat so show that (ho)
See every nasty bitch, love nasty shit and you know that (so ho)
manifestin, all show ways and actions
Hopeful that, lick your cannon
I'm ill when I shoot to peal like Ed O'Bannon
In my head is a thought, perm cocked, off
Don't be surprised if I cocked it
Can't outslick a can of oil, you never spoil my profits
See how I'm flippin' this here?
Things are different this
that fie fie delish
I said we got, we got, nigga we cocked it and dropped it
Ain't no stopping it, popped it, locked it, flop flipping it
Leaving
lend yo ass, the man so bad
From Alabama with banjo cocked back
Swing bass like I'm Rambo fix that
I don't wanna hear shit buddy that's that
Can't get
nigga wit a big ass chain,
Calico cowboy ridin' tall in the saddle,
Fully loaded and cocked wit that choppa and I'm ready for battle,
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