CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Blunt Pt. 2
Uh, yeah
b*t*h, back the f**k
It's about to really drill the f**k up, b*t*h
I'm 'bout to tell n***as how to really turn up on these n***as, pipe up
Give me like five feet back, I'm 'bout to drill the f**k up
I'll pull up in a f**kin' [?]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ooh, I'm 'bout to drill the f**k up)
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (These n***as talk sh*t)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
These n***as talk sh*t until they get popped
And put my n***a down, came in with the Glock
I'm with a b*t*h and she geekin', got her jaw locked
I told that b*t*h, "I'm with the gang, so I go where I want"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*t*h, so I go where I want
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*t*h, yeah, I go where I want
Said I'm with the gang, b*t*h, yeah, I go where I want
I'm with the gang, b*t*h, yeah, I go where I want
I got big bands, b*t*h, so I do what I want
Better have shotty you ride in the front
Better suck d**k if you gonna pull up
Got some real ones that keep that sh*t tucked
We send the addy, they never pull up
These n***as off xans, it got 'em too stuck
I'm off a perc, I'm f**kin' sh*t up
Christian Dior, I'm drippin' too much
Safety is off, don't you run up
These n***as talk sh*t until they get popped
And put my n***a down, came in with the Glock
I'm with a b*t*h and she geekin', got her jaw locked
I told that b*t*h, "I'm with the gang, so I go where I want"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*t*h, so I go where I want
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*t*h, yeah I go where I want
Said I'm with the gang, b*t*h, yeah I go where I want
b*t*h, back the f**k
It's about to really drill the f**k up, b*t*h
I'm 'bout to tell n***as how to really turn up on these n***as, pipe up
Give me like five feet back, I'm 'bout to drill the f**k up
I'll pull up in a f**kin' [?]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ooh, I'm 'bout to drill the f**k up)
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (These n***as talk sh*t)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
These n***as talk sh*t until they get popped
And put my n***a down, came in with the Glock
I'm with a b*t*h and she geekin', got her jaw locked
I told that b*t*h, "I'm with the gang, so I go where I want"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*t*h, so I go where I want
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*t*h, yeah, I go where I want
Said I'm with the gang, b*t*h, yeah, I go where I want
I'm with the gang, b*t*h, yeah, I go where I want
I got big bands, b*t*h, so I do what I want
Better have shotty you ride in the front
Better suck d**k if you gonna pull up
Got some real ones that keep that sh*t tucked
We send the addy, they never pull up
These n***as off xans, it got 'em too stuck
I'm off a perc, I'm f**kin' sh*t up
Christian Dior, I'm drippin' too much
Safety is off, don't you run up
These n***as talk sh*t until they get popped
And put my n***a down, came in with the Glock
I'm with a b*t*h and she geekin', got her jaw locked
I told that b*t*h, "I'm with the gang, so I go where I want"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*t*h, so I go where I want
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*t*h, yeah I go where I want
Said I'm with the gang, b*t*h, yeah I go where I want
