504

Ayy, Rick, get in there 504 lil' bitch, I'm dum I catch a opp an leave him slump Spray that chop two different ways, bet it ain't no were you can run Know them jack boys never lackin, bitch, you better keep your gun Know them jack boys never lackin, bitch, you better keep your gun Get a call, that nigga gone, gon' leave his family with a frown I seen him post it on his story, could've caught him out of town I keep a ratchet in my jacket, know that glizzy black and brown Know that bitch came with suppress, so when I shoot, don't make no sound This for whoever drop a diss, you better hope that I don't see ya Hol lot of smoke up in the air js like a motherfuckin' cheefa That nigga cappin' in his song like he a motherfuckin' reaper I know he hidin' in his house, bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' seeker He better take his ass to church and listen to that fuckin' preacher That other bitch say I'm an op, you was just askin' for a feature Freaky bitch suckin' my dick, I told that hoe she a li eater Freaky bitch suckin' my dick, I told that hoe she a li eater Jack boy, jackboy, bitch, you better take your lick Head tap, head tap, pussy boy neva on shit He know he can't come to the hood, bitch, we gon' cook him like some grits He know he can't come to the hood, bitch, we gon' cook him like some grits 504 lil' bitch, I'm dum, I catch a op and leave him slumped Spray that chop two different ways, bet it ain't nowhere you can run Know them jackboys never lackin, bitch, you better keep your gun Know them jackboys never lackin, bitch, you better keep your gun Know them jackboys never lackin, bitch, you better keep your gun Spray that chop two different ways, bet it ain't nowhere you can run Know them jackboys never lackin, bitch, you better keep your gun Know them jackboys never lackin, bitch, you better keep your gun