On Shit

(Neco ‘bout to shoot ya’) (Ah) Hop out and buss it (Pop pop) bitches they love me I’m steady thuggin’ I got the plugs in (Oh yeah?) I cannot slip if I’m doing the mopping I ride around wit’ glock right beside me No you can’t hug me Money i love it Fucking that bitch I cannot lie i love it I am so heartless Fake made me nauseous I am not playing I knock out ya’ conscious (Ah) I’m on the dub and I’m thuggin’ wit’ kahs (Kahs) Can’t f*ck wit’ no new niggas cuz’ they be slimey I got the pack and i ran wit’ a body, she got the water she got it from mommy I’m on the block wit’ the guap in my pocket Guapo behind me, toting a 9 bitch Milly on side me he got the side kick And he been tripping, to catch ‘em a body Blue on my body, red on my white tee I ain’t been playing i knock out ya’ conscious Shoot at ya’ stomach make you spit and vomit I am so fly bitch, wit’ my lil 9 bitch Get off my fabric for i close ya’ eyes bitch Niggas just talking i know that they hiding I’m ‘bout to slide (Bitch) I’m closing eyes (Bitch) I’m out my mind and I’m itching for violence (Oh-oh) Hop out and buss it bitches they love me I’m steady thuggin’ I got the plugs in I cannot slip if I’m doing the mopping (Naw, naw) I ride around wit’ glock right beside me No you can’t hug me Money i love it Fucking that bitch I cannot lie i love it I am so heartless Fake made me nauseous I am not playing I knock out ya conscious Pull up to ya’ block wit a automatic (God damn) Shoot you in ya face wit’ my automatic (Bah-Bah) Bitch don’t talk I’ma let you fucking have it (Thra) Then start asking questions damn what happen? (Mhm) Shawty got a fat ass and it’s poking heavy (Mhm) Ima make a clip i ain’t talking cinematic If you move the wrong way i’ma get you splattered (Pop pop) I ain’t going back to school less i got my hammer Ima handy man i’ma leave ya’ brains squirting (Thra) I ain’t shooting from the corner get close wit, it 7 good shots have that nigga slumped wit’ it Met the nigga at the corner outta luck wit’ it At the bottom of the dirt yeah he stuck in it I be in my fucking bag wit the 30 spitting Niggas talking all that shit till they up wit’ it Now it’s up wit’ it nigga and they stuck wit’ it Hop out and buss it bitches they love me I’m steady thuggin’ I got the plugs in I cannot slip if I’m doing the mopping I ride around wit’ glock right beside me No you can’t hug me Money i love it Fucking that bitch I cannot lie i love it I am so heartless Fake made me nauseous I am not playing I knock out ya conscious (Ah, ay’ it’s Sa1Hunnit bitch, they got me back and I’m talking my shit again)