[Intro]
Hmmmmmm
Sheesh!
Lord!
Hah! Look
[Verse]
Shredda be killin, now you call me Williams, you know that I'm bringin the hype
I'm throwin 'bows, better get low, if you ain't ready to fight
My niggas cold, and ready for war, yeah they see you it's on sight
We know you pussy, you tight
You better cherish your life
Niggas see me, no you ain't V, but my lil homies that jailed
Bounce with the bag from Santa
Run up on his old ass with the hammer
Then to the green from Atlanta
Fuck around put the shit on camera
Catch a first flight back to Atlanta
Without saying no word, bitch no grammar
Pick and load with that can
Cause you know that bitch got a special bean
Fast play like it's draft day
Cause lil shawty said she wanna be on a team
I call that lil hoe promethazine
She always talkin bout gettin lean
I told that hoe she might be a fiend
Now she just too aggressive into me
I know she talkin bout gettin fit, but I love my bitches code: GRIP THICC
Assassin cause she on my hit list, turn ya main bitch to a mistress
Hit that hoe like a homer, no Simpson
While you at home doing dishes
I'm wreckin that pussy it's dented
You can have her back cause she rented
She a throwback like she vintage
You said that she was a golden girl
I just sit back while she spin and twirl
You didn't know I control the world?
Shawty say she want diamonds and pearls
But I would rather have a duffel
Let me eat, let me feast
Like this was the Last Supper
[Chorus]
No you can't play the dude
Before you do that I played the fool
You cannot judge the crew
We had to do what we had to do
You ain't a killer, boy, you ain't a killer
Nigga you just kill the mood
I hate to be rude but bitch
We wasn't born with a silver spoon
Can't be a infamy, got too many people depend on me
Can't be a infamy, got too many people depend on me
Feeling like life is too sweet, I put in work I deserve a treat
Say grace, time to feast, before you wake up the belly of a beast
[Bridge]
Bow ya head, bow ya head, bitch it's time to say grace
Shawty get down on her knees, she fiendin for the Lord's taste
Shawty look like Pennywise, after I buss on her face
She love it it's great, now her face covered in paste
Bow ya head, bow ya head, bitch it's time to say grace
Shawty get down on her knees, she fiendin for the Lord's taste
Shawty look like Pennywise, after I buss on her face
She love it it's great, now her face covered in paste
[Chorus]
No you can't play the dude
Before you do that I played the fool
You cannot judge the crew
We had to do what we had to do
You ain't a killer, boy, you ain't a killer
Nigga you just kill the mood
I hate to be rude but bitch
We wasn't born with a silver spoon
Can't be a infamy, got too many people depend on me
Can't be a infamy, got too many people depend on me
Feeling like life is too sweet, I put in work I deserve a treat
Say grace, time to feast, before you wake up the belly of a beast
Hmmmmmm
Sheesh!
Lord!
Hah! Look
[Verse]
Shredda be killin, now you call me Williams, you know that I'm bringin the hype
I'm throwin 'bows, better get low, if you ain't ready to fight
My niggas cold, and ready for war, yeah they see you it's on sight
We know you pussy, you tight
You better cherish your life
Niggas see me, no you ain't V, but my lil homies that jailed
Bounce with the bag from Santa
Run up on his old ass with the hammer
Then to the green from Atlanta
Fuck around put the shit on camera
Catch a first flight back to Atlanta
Without saying no word, bitch no grammar
Pick and load with that can
Cause you know that bitch got a special bean
Fast play like it's draft day
Cause lil shawty said she wanna be on a team
I call that lil hoe promethazine
She always talkin bout gettin lean
I told that hoe she might be a fiend
Now she just too aggressive into me
I know she talkin bout gettin fit, but I love my bitches code: GRIP THICC
Assassin cause she on my hit list, turn ya main bitch to a mistress
Hit that hoe like a homer, no Simpson
While you at home doing dishes
I'm wreckin that pussy it's dented
You can have her back cause she rented
She a throwback like she vintage
You said that she was a golden girl
I just sit back while she spin and twirl
You didn't know I control the world?
Shawty say she want diamonds and pearls
But I would rather have a duffel
Let me eat, let me feast
Like this was the Last Supper
[Chorus]
No you can't play the dude
Before you do that I played the fool
You cannot judge the crew
We had to do what we had to do
You ain't a killer, boy, you ain't a killer
Nigga you just kill the mood
I hate to be rude but bitch
We wasn't born with a silver spoon
Can't be a infamy, got too many people depend on me
Can't be a infamy, got too many people depend on me
Feeling like life is too sweet, I put in work I deserve a treat
Say grace, time to feast, before you wake up the belly of a beast
[Bridge]
Bow ya head, bow ya head, bitch it's time to say grace
Shawty get down on her knees, she fiendin for the Lord's taste
Shawty look like Pennywise, after I buss on her face
She love it it's great, now her face covered in paste
Bow ya head, bow ya head, bitch it's time to say grace
Shawty get down on her knees, she fiendin for the Lord's taste
Shawty look like Pennywise, after I buss on her face
She love it it's great, now her face covered in paste
[Chorus]
No you can't play the dude
Before you do that I played the fool
You cannot judge the crew
We had to do what we had to do
You ain't a killer, boy, you ain't a killer
Nigga you just kill the mood
I hate to be rude but bitch
We wasn't born with a silver spoon
Can't be a infamy, got too many people depend on me
Can't be a infamy, got too many people depend on me
Feeling like life is too sweet, I put in work I deserve a treat
Say grace, time to feast, before you wake up the belly of a beast
( Lord $hredda )
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