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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#12,036 today
Peak #100
#1,030 in subgenre
Peak #17
Author
Alexander Simmons & Ray Wilson Jr.
Rights
2018 SL SVVR EMPIRE
Uploaded
May 31, 2018
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 160 kbps • 2:31
Lyrics
[Chorus: Ray Da Great]
Hundred round drum on the draco
Shooters on move when I say so
Big chips, got cheese like queso
Iced up wrist cause it's faithful
Working with the blocks like Lego
Kick flav, drip sauce like Prego
I be slanging iron like Django
And you can't name a hood where I can't go
Grill up beef and then fire up the vegetable
Scream hallelujah while counting my decimals
I want the car with the wings, that's a Tesla
Just copped a watch and the diamond all ledgable
I got your bitch on the juice and a edible
Call her the Hulk cause her head is incredible
I put her legs to her head she was flexible
She tried to run and that shit unacceptable
[Verse: Alexx Wayne]
Spaz, off top of the head
Fuck with my cash then it's off with your head
Run in your house, gun in your mouth
Knock off your spouse then run off with your bread
Don't fuck with you niggas that fuck with the FED's
I know GD's and crips but still fuck with the red
Got a church girl that's a slut in the bed
I tell her I love her to fuck with her head
Got a limp in my walk like I fucked up my leg
Pimp in my talk, bitch you her what I said
Used to rock fade now I'm working on dreads
She don't fuck with fuck niggas, rather fuck me instead
Switch up the flow, tear down the walls
Killing these hoes, got a gun in my drawers
I ain't worried bout y'all hating ass niggas
Know some real niggas that'll mob when I call
Yeah, Wayne on the beat
Riding shotgun, got shells in the seat
Stomp a nigga out, got blood on my sneaks
Keep your thoughts to yourself before I leave em in the streets
Want beef? Nigga pull up a chair, let's eat
Click, clack, boom, nigga Bonaparte
No room for dessert, nigga ain't shit sweet
Murder you and your dog, better keep him on a leash
Capisci? You ain't really bout that life
Pull two guns make a nigga think twice
You know I'm from the South, mix grit with the Sprite
The hoe got left cause she ain't wanna get right
You ain't really bout that life
Pull two guns make a nigga think twice
You know I'm from the South, mix grit with the Sprite
The hoe got left cause she ain't wanna get right
[Chorus: Ray Da Great]
Hundred round drum on the draco
Shooters on move when I say so
Big chips, got cheese like queso
Iced up wrist cause it's faithful
Working with the blocks like Lego
Kick flav, drip sauce like Prego
I be slanging iron like Django
And you can't name a hood where I can't go
Grill up beef and then fire up the vegetable
Scream hallelujah while counting my decimals
I want the car with the wings, that's a Tesla
Just copped a watch and the diamond all ledgable
I got your bitch on the juice and a edible
Call her the Hulk cause her head is incredible
I put her legs to her head she was flexible
She tried to run and that shit unacceptable
? 2018 S?L SVVR EMPIRE
