Drum Dummie
Bitch
Know it be flash out
I'm out my mind, he feel this iron, this lifter set him up
Gurilla blood, Gurilla said I love to wet shit up
I spend a band, do all the work, your people dress you up
He ain’t learn from all that dick ridin', you don't get enough
Pay them bitches, hit the inside, watch that lead burn
When a nigga killed Lil Boo I watched the game turn
Some people hatin’, some be fakin', I wish Block was home
In that bottom well it can clutchin', we hear that, holmes
Ain't got no love for a bitch, shit, I step on a ho
And I ain't trustin' no nigga if he ain't my bro
I bleed the gang, forever bang, bitch, I'm in Boo mode
I’ll change the gang with this lil’ slang but I won't throw it though
Shit, how you feelin’? What's your move? What you gon' do next?
I ain't sparin’ no nigga, send 'em at his neck
Shit, how you feelin'? What's your move? What you gon' do next?
I'ma pick a nigga off if they keep talkin' shit
Shit, how you feelin'? What's your move? What you gon' do next?
I ain't sparin' no nigga, send 'em at his neck
Shit, how you feelin'? What's your move? What you gon' do next?
I'ma pick a nigga off if they keep talkin' shit
Gurilla Joe, he bang that bottom, he strapped in that four
Banana clip hang out the bottom, watch me grab a so
He shed blood while he was gone, he slip and then he go
For that money, he'll zip you, he'll let you go
I got my shit tatted in blood, you know what Joseph 'bout
Before they bury me, I'll sit and let the jury talk
Some of my niggas, some of 'em hitters, but they all on go
Picture me rollin' with 'bout fifty off the bottom though
Was raised right but I seem to cause problems
I catch 'em down bad, I work 'em with the chopper
Ripped his car, pray to God that they popped him
I ain't got no love, shit, that's my only problem
Move on loyalty 'cause my people tryna knock me off
Mama sad 'cause son's daddy never came around
Became a man and he took over, held the fort down
They held they nuts but now he up, shit, they won't come around
But where you was when I was sleepin' up in cars?
Had it bad, was on my dick, and I was steady poppin' bars
We was spinnin' broad day, hopin' that Bravay catch the play
The sickest in the city, hold it down the Boo way
So what's your move? What you gon' do next?
I'ma roll a Backwood and put his shit on the flat
So what's your move? What you gon' do next?
I'ma roll a Backwood and put his shit on the flat
Shit, how you feelin'? What's your move? What you gon' do next?
I ain't sparin' no nigga, send 'em at his neck
Shit, how you feelin'? What's your move? What you gon' do next?
I'ma pick a nigga off if they keep talkin' shit
Shit, how you feelin'? What's your move? What you gon' do next?
I ain't sparin' no nigga, send 'em at his neck
Shit, how you feelin'? What's your move? What you gon' do next?
I'ma pick a nigga off if they keep talkin' shit
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