With my- with my glock, i c#ck it back and let it bang
The chorus- the chorus said it, i just want your dna
Killing- killing b#tches is so fun, it ain’t for fame (ain’t for-)
With my- with my glock, i c#ck it back and let it bang
The chorus- the chorus said it, i just want your dna
Killing- killing b#tches is so fun, it ain’t for fame
Kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like lego blocks
This image in my mind is your neck, in a knot
All these groupie b#tches, tell them go and kick rocks
The freddie is exclusivе to my b#tch, and you are not
Plenty other pеople wanna be like me
But they don’t got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts
b#tches call me daddy, but i’m gonna kill their daddy
Smoke a fatty, i have had it
Where’s my gun? and where is bradley?
With my- with my glock, i c#ck it back and let it bang
The chorus- the chorus said it, i just want your dna
Killing- killing b#tches is so fun, it ain’t for fame (ain’t for-)
With my- with my glock, i c#ck it back and let it bang
The chorus- the chorus said it, i just want your dna
Killing- killing b#tches is so fun, it ain’t for fame
M-m-money fallin’ out my pockets while i run from the police
I-i don’t give a f#ck, i c#ck it back, he come it ain’t no peace
The chorus- the chorus hits like it’s the hammer on the piece
M-m#th*rf#ck*r what you talkin’ bout’ i’m slicker than some grease
Slide it- slide it on em with the choppa- s-s-slide it on em like a slip n’ slide
W-w-water, w-w-water on my neck, my spanish p#ss# that sh#t agua
Co-co-co cocaina that sh#t went through nicaragua, and yeah i keep that pistol on me thats my n#gg# stoppa, f#ck the way you think i sh-sh-should be talkin proper, that ak-47 talkin back like you his papa po-po-po poppin at the oppositions with lead and copper co-co c#ck it back n let it bang, but what you hear in the music hyper violence and the pain, the chorus- the chorus will tell you what you -get with no fame, or the b#tches went to kill a n#gg#-
With my- with my glock, i c#ck it back and let it bang
The chorus- the chorus said it, i just want your dna
Killing- killing b#tches is so fun, it ain’t for fame (ain’t for-)
With my- with my glock, i c#ck it back and let it bang
The chorus- the chorus said it, i just want your dna
Killing- killing b#tches is so fun, it ain’t for fame
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