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(Shlatty, yeah shlatty)
Bitch I get fly like a dove
I got that glock if he acting real tuff
I'm in my bag, in my duff
I can not show her no love
I make a bag in a hunch
Choppa bullet, it gon' eat you for lunch
Bad lil hoe eat me up, she a munch
Play with my gang, lil boy you get crunched
She in all red, she a hoe, hoe, hoe
She wanna fuck I'm like no no no
Bitch, I just want the dome dome dome
(Fye, fye, fye)
He get hit with the chrome
Sending bullets feel like Patrick Mahomes
Me and my niggas, we run in yo home
Feel like Velli, told that hoe leave me lone
Got Number(N)ine, I ain't rocking Vlone
No, I ain't turn my back on these niggas
Yeah, I had yo' back shoulda' figured
I had to cut off the snakes with some scissors
My hoe butt hella' big, look like SZA
Choppa taking off yo tissue
Call up Zay if you got a issue
H-hoe suck dick, no I can not kiss you
Black and white, all my niggas official
Me and Bry, yeah we chasing that bag
Paper chasers, yeah you know that's a must
And we got hella' za in the back
Smoking gas, yeah that shit got a must
I get racks lil boy imma' rack it
Call up Trav, he gon' slide with that ratchet
You want a feat, lil boy imma tax it
I only like to work with my bruddas
Shout my gang, my shlatty
Bad lil hoe, call me daddy yeah
Shoutout Noraa, cop a caddy yeah
Choppa kicking like it's Sandy yeah
(Yeah)
Bitch suck the dick, give me head yeah
I'm finna' bust in her jaw
No you can't go with us, yeah
I had his hoe going nuts
Bitch nigga can't compete on God
That's why you can't roll with us
Yeah, I'm with da' squad
Bitch blow my mind slow, yeah
Shoot like Rondo
Fuck nigga run from nine oak, yeah
Bitch where the time go
Thick hoe giving mind slow, yeah
I'm with a black bitch
Niggas know that she a slime hoe, yeah
(Shlatty, yeah shlatty)
Bitch I get fly like a dove
I got that glock if he acting real tuff
I'm in my bag, in my duff
I can not show her no love
I make a bag in a hunch
Choppa bullet, it gon' eat you for lunch
Bad lil hoe eat me up, she a munch
Play with my gang, lil boy you get crunched
She in all red, she a hoe, hoe, hoe
She wanna fuck I'm like no, no, no
Bitch, I just want the dome, dome, dome
(Fye, fye, fye)
He get hit with the chrome
Sending bullets feel like Patrick Mahomes
Me and my niggas, we run in yo home
Feel like Velli, told that hoe leave me lone
Got Number(N)ine, I ain't rocking Vlone
(Shlatty, shlatty, ya)
WRITERS
Tyrone Taburnacle, sele perc
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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