Huh
Huh, huh, brrt
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Huh, huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
Huh
Uh-huh
Mama say, "Son, what the hell you been doin'?" I been too busy, on the road with the smackers
Tried to run up, what he doin'? My T's gon' make him go backwards
Huh, I'm with some shooters, they clappin' shit up, that's for Sheezy, I'm ridin' with some clappers
Say you smackin' shit, better have your pole out when you see me, I'ma smack him
If they make me too mad, it ain't nothin' to put him on the TV, I'ma bag him
Yeah, the Glock that I'm havin' ain't regular, ridin' with a green beam and a dagger
Started shootin', he fell, we thought that we had him
Niggas get mad when they don't score, talkin' to bro like, "Damn, we almost got him"
Heard he was talkin' to po-po, I don't know bro, but we can smack him
Ain't cuffin', I smashed her and passed her
Told bro make him feel like a shooter, ain't loan to a nigga, gon' need him a voucher
And any bitch you got, we bagged 'em
Nigga, we get shit goin', bro 'nem gon' make the prints and I'm gon' bag him
You would think I was a goatee, these niggas don't see me, so I sneak right past 'em
Huh, hope you see me on your TV and you can't change the channel
Pull up on your ho and skeet, skeet, make a beep, beep like I'm David Banner
Nigga, this is what we signed up for, fuck I look like savin' smackers?
Thought that would hit, didn't it? Not no more
Took her to the back room and tapped her
We can't ride with no regular pole, bro got a brand new American Tattle
Be out at night, we takin' souls, give it up or we gon' snatch 'em
We with the tough shit, get on some bullshit, bro for sure gon' smack somethin'
They have to pay, these niggas just waitin' on the tact to come
Mama say, "Son, what the hell you been doin'?" I been too busy, on the road with the smackers
Tried to run up, what he doin'? My T's gon' make him go backwards
Huh, I'm with some shooters, they clappin' shit up, that's for Sheezy, I'm ridin' with some clappers
Say you smackin' shit, better have your pole out when you see me, I'ma smack him
If they make me too mad, it ain't nothin' to put him on the TV, I'ma bag him
Yeah, the Glock that I'm havin' ain't regular, ridin' with a green beam and a dagger
Started shootin', he fell, we thought that we had him
Niggas get mad when they don't score, talkin' to bro like, "Damn, we almost got him"
Heard he was talkin' to po-po, I don't know bro, but we can smack him
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