(Intro)
7009i5 bitch
You already know what the fuck we on man
(Verse 1)
Swear he a sinner
Got hit in the head Head
Chop get to bustin
And go nock of his Dreads
Whole 30 clip
And it fill him with lead
Stand over bodys
Witness calling the meds
I got a chop
And it's aimmed at yo cheat
And we Air out the clip
And It rip though his flesh
And I’m smoking this pack
Like we up at a sesh
Freeze tag yo ass
Like Nobody move
Air out the clips
And we let bullets loose
And I Spent on yo bitch
What you spent on those shoe
Go look Under my bed
Got a couple of blues
Roll him in gas
And smoking sum glue
Got a Red dot
And it's aimed up on you
N he kill for dinner
Want finni or lou
When I give them the sign
Then lil homie go shoot
He ain't really a steppa
He just into fashion
He in the stu
But he only be rappin
He on the net
And be internet cappin
His girl wanna fuck
She sent photos and flashin
Link wit his bitch
And I beat from the back end
What he Gon do
When his homie caught lacking
I wasn’t there for the crime
No idea what just happened
Please don't mind me
Kuz I was just maskin
Brodie Gon pop
Aim where his throat at
I put a plate on his head
And he gon hold that
Once he get popped
Leave him on photos and throwbacks
Shot like I'm novac
Lift up the body
Try to go get his soul back
But they can't
Mama don't want
Her son dug in the land
The only peace of body
Is grans full of sand
That that he gone
His girl a new fan
7009i5 bitch
You already know what the fuck we on man
(Verse 1)
Swear he a sinner
Got hit in the head Head
Chop get to bustin
And go nock of his Dreads
Whole 30 clip
And it fill him with lead
Stand over bodys
Witness calling the meds
I got a chop
And it's aimmed at yo cheat
And we Air out the clip
And It rip though his flesh
And I’m smoking this pack
Like we up at a sesh
Freeze tag yo ass
Like Nobody move
Air out the clips
And we let bullets loose
And I Spent on yo bitch
What you spent on those shoe
Go look Under my bed
Got a couple of blues
Roll him in gas
And smoking sum glue
Got a Red dot
And it's aimed up on you
N he kill for dinner
Want finni or lou
When I give them the sign
Then lil homie go shoot
He ain't really a steppa
He just into fashion
He in the stu
But he only be rappin
He on the net
And be internet cappin
His girl wanna fuck
She sent photos and flashin
Link wit his bitch
And I beat from the back end
What he Gon do
When his homie caught lacking
I wasn’t there for the crime
No idea what just happened
Please don't mind me
Kuz I was just maskin
Brodie Gon pop
Aim where his throat at
I put a plate on his head
And he gon hold that
Once he get popped
Leave him on photos and throwbacks
Shot like I'm novac
Lift up the body
Try to go get his soul back
But they can't
Mama don't want
Her son dug in the land
The only peace of body
Is grans full of sand
That that he gone
His girl a new fan
( Frosty Choppa )
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