Music: Jeffrey Jones/Henning Grüschow/Aaron Butler
Lyrics: Linderius Johnson
[Intro]
(Flexin' on that b***h, hold up)
(FOREVEROLLING)
Baow
[Chorus]
Automatic rounds, that boy got chalked off, dropped off
Dipped that boy like hot sauce, a hundred bags, three lost
Tryna play me like I'm sweet, go get your ass crossed out
Damn, how many niggas gotta die? Look
We gon' do it like this, get my stick
This my favorite type of b***h, she eat the d**k and leave no spit, yeah
This my favorite type of car, this b***h here geeked up
Came from stolos, I'm in a Wraith ridin' with my feet up
[Verse 1]
I ain't gon' say nothin' to them opps, I'm just gon' **** they BM
Stay up out my DM, I be outside, swear I don't never see them
It's gettin' colder, weather finna change
It's timе I put my Timbs on and kill somethin'
Shout out EST, I swear to God that I don't feel nothin'
Yeah, pushin' wеight like LA Fitness, nigga
Knife on the front of my stick, if I get close, I might just rip a nigga
Soul, give a **** about them hoes, she eat the d**k and gotta go
Was gon' hit her from the back, but that b***h had a snotty nose
[Chorus]
Automatic rounds, that boy got chalked off, dropped off
Dipped that boy like hot sauce, a hundred bags, three lost
Tryna play me like I'm sweet, go get your ass crossed out
Damn, how many niggas gotta die? Look
We gon' do it like this, get my stick
This my favorite type of b***h, she eat the d**k and leave no spit, yeah
This my favorite type of car, this b***h here geeked up
Came from stolos, I'm in a Wraith ridin' with my feet up
[Verse 2]
Pyoom, ooh, I done smashed off on the narcs
She's a dog, b***h, I'ma stroke her from the back until she bark
If you suck it good, you might can get your nails done and toes
Say that you my murder b***h, you better not tell nothin', lil' ho
Facts
B***h, my head tripped out, this TEC gon' make his vest rip
I be in my own lane, I'll kill them niggas next year
My big bro the Drac' god, I'm havin' hella face-card
Niggas p***y as a b***h, I knew that boy was fake hard (Grraow)
[Chorus]
Automatic rounds, that boy got chalked off, dropped off
Dipped that boy like hot sauce, a hundred bags, three lost
Tryna play me like I'm sweet, go get your ass crossed out
Damn, how many niggas gotta die? Look
We gon' do it like this, get my stick
This my favorite type of b***h, she eat the d**k and leave no spit, yeah
This my favorite type of car, this b***h here geeked up
Came from stolos, I'm in a Wraith ridin' with my feet up