CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : mma
Toxic death
Yeah
Oh, woah
Came in that bit' with a blicky (Fact)
So, I gotta leave with the blicky, okay (Okay)
All of my n***as is with me (Yeah)
So, all of my n***as gon' bust if you play
I made a bop, like Diddy (Oh, woah)
Had to get out the bushes and go make a play (Hey)
I know these n***as be dissin' (Okay), but I'm finna call up my n***a, get you out the way
We gettin' guap like every day (No way)
He wanted smoke with it, gang, no way
I got a choppa, that bit' finna spray
I just want the top, little b*t*h, you can't stay
Beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, like the damn MMA
Wet up the block with that new F&N (What?), and I heat up the block with that big body K
Damn it
AR, Benz
I don't need no friends
Yeah, pockets fat
Walk with all black
You run and get strapped
Choppa on me, it attack
I kill that boy, 'cause he lack
Yeah, I got my gun
Can't go for none
Yeah, you done
Boy, don't run
Choppa—, uh
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Came in that bit' with a blicky (Fact)
So, I gotta leave with the blicky, okay (Okay)
All of my n***as is with me (Yeah)
So, all of my n***as gon' bust if you play
I made a bop, like Diddy (Oh, woah)
Had to get out the bushes and go make a play (Hey)
I know these n***as be dissin' (Okay), but I'm finna call up my n***a, get you out the way
We gettin' guap like every day (No way)
He wanted smoke with it, gang, no way
I got a choppa, that bit' finna spray
I just want the top, little b*t*h, you can't stay
Beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, like the damn MMA
Wet up the block with that new F&N (What?), and I heat up the block with that big body K
Walk in with my gang, uh
That boy know he can't hang
Make one call, we blow his brains
Put him out, like he a flame (Phew)
Said he changed, but he the same
Know that tee say "Baby Bape"
317, rep' my state
Know these n***as like to hate, woah
My n***as walk in, they carry that blick
My n***as shootin', they shootin' real quick
G-Shock, bust down the sh*t on my wrist
She wanna come, she gon' swallow my kids
F**k around, I just might buy me a Benz
You wanna threat me, n***a, come spin
Choppa gon' eat that lil' boy up for din'
Finna go tour, I might hop in a van
Finish the show, I might f**k on a fan
We never miss, know them bullets hit lips
We are not brothers, not homies, not kin
Got a new Glock, and that sh*t got a twin
Feel like I'm JAH, 'cause I'm geekin' to spin
Might wear a cross, but I'm willin' to sin
Stood up on that boy, and I told him, "Repent"
You wanna f**k with me, playin' the slots?
I got a choppa, that sh*t finna pop
They caught him lackin', that n***a got got
I'm going up, I might rest at the top
Put on the Max when we run in the spot
Bro got a Glock, and it got a red dot
Can't wife a treesh', cannot wife a thot
Makin' that heat around the damn clock, b*t*h
Came in that bit' with a blicky (Fact)
So, I gotta leave with the blicky, okay (Okay)
All of my n***as is with me (Yeah)
So, all of my n***as gon' bust if you play
I made a bop, like Diddy (Oh, woah)
Had to get out the bushes and go make a play (Hey)
I know these n***as be dissin' (Okay), but I'm finna call up my n***a, get you out the way
We gettin' guap like every day (No way)
He wanted smoke with it, gang, no way
I got a choppa, that bit' finna spray
I just want the top, little b*t*h, you can't stay
Beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, like the damn MMA
Wet up the block with that new F&N (What?), and I heat up the block with that big body K
Yeah
Oh, woah
Came in that bit' with a blicky (Fact)
So, I gotta leave with the blicky, okay (Okay)
All of my n***as is with me (Yeah)
So, all of my n***as gon' bust if you play
I made a bop, like Diddy (Oh, woah)
Had to get out the bushes and go make a play (Hey)
I know these n***as be dissin' (Okay), but I'm finna call up my n***a, get you out the way
We gettin' guap like every day (No way)
He wanted smoke with it, gang, no way
I got a choppa, that bit' finna spray
I just want the top, little b*t*h, you can't stay
Beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, like the damn MMA
Wet up the block with that new F&N (What?), and I heat up the block with that big body K
Damn it
AR, Benz
I don't need no friends
Yeah, pockets fat
Walk with all black
You run and get strapped
Choppa on me, it attack
I kill that boy, 'cause he lack
Yeah, I got my gun
Can't go for none
Yeah, you done
Boy, don't run
Choppa—, uh
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Came in that bit' with a blicky (Fact)
So, I gotta leave with the blicky, okay (Okay)
All of my n***as is with me (Yeah)
So, all of my n***as gon' bust if you play
I made a bop, like Diddy (Oh, woah)
Had to get out the bushes and go make a play (Hey)
I know these n***as be dissin' (Okay), but I'm finna call up my n***a, get you out the way
We gettin' guap like every day (No way)
He wanted smoke with it, gang, no way
I got a choppa, that bit' finna spray
I just want the top, little b*t*h, you can't stay
Beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, like the damn MMA
Wet up the block with that new F&N (What?), and I heat up the block with that big body K
Walk in with my gang, uh
That boy know he can't hang
Make one call, we blow his brains
Put him out, like he a flame (Phew)
Said he changed, but he the same
Know that tee say "Baby Bape"
317, rep' my state
Know these n***as like to hate, woah
My n***as walk in, they carry that blick
My n***as shootin', they shootin' real quick
G-Shock, bust down the sh*t on my wrist
She wanna come, she gon' swallow my kids
F**k around, I just might buy me a Benz
You wanna threat me, n***a, come spin
Choppa gon' eat that lil' boy up for din'
Finna go tour, I might hop in a van
Finish the show, I might f**k on a fan
We never miss, know them bullets hit lips
We are not brothers, not homies, not kin
Got a new Glock, and that sh*t got a twin
Feel like I'm JAH, 'cause I'm geekin' to spin
Might wear a cross, but I'm willin' to sin
Stood up on that boy, and I told him, "Repent"
You wanna f**k with me, playin' the slots?
I got a choppa, that sh*t finna pop
They caught him lackin', that n***a got got
I'm going up, I might rest at the top
Put on the Max when we run in the spot
Bro got a Glock, and it got a red dot
Can't wife a treesh', cannot wife a thot
Makin' that heat around the damn clock, b*t*h
Came in that bit' with a blicky (Fact)
So, I gotta leave with the blicky, okay (Okay)
All of my n***as is with me (Yeah)
So, all of my n***as gon' bust if you play
I made a bop, like Diddy (Oh, woah)
Had to get out the bushes and go make a play (Hey)
I know these n***as be dissin' (Okay), but I'm finna call up my n***a, get you out the way
We gettin' guap like every day (No way)
He wanted smoke with it, gang, no way
I got a choppa, that bit' finna spray
I just want the top, little b*t*h, you can't stay
Beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, and then beat up the beef, like the damn MMA
Wet up the block with that new F&N (What?), and I heat up the block with that big body K
