Bih Hol On

Lyrics

[Verse] I heard these niggas was slidin' I heard these niggas wanna catch my body I'm on the block wit' a pocket rocket You don't want smoke, lil' bitch, boy, stop it Whatever yo' gang, we gon' drop it We take yo' ass out like we shoppin' This Glock came with hollows and knocked yo' ass off like we [?] I'm in the field like a motherfuckin' jockey I keep a stick like a nigga play hockey We wack off yo' partners, we wack off your posse I send this bitch up if a fuck nigga try me The junkies, they fiendin', they need more exotic Pass me the stick, we gon' off 'em Smoking on pressure, this shit got me coughing Play with the gang and your ass pick a coffin We finna slide like a dolphin My shooters, they ready don't do too much talking Bitch ass nigga, want smoke? No problem Pop out the cut like, "I got em" My eyes was closed when foenem headshot 'em I'm looking up, it's red like a bottle Nigga got smoke like a rasta I'm in this bitch wit' choppas-on-choppas I'm on the block wit' killers and robbers We'll knock yo' ass off like flying saucer Bitch, wanna fuck? Go fuck my partners We knock yo' ass off and yo' brain look like pasta Can't fuck wit' no bitch, my trap doing numbers Ain't going for shit, don't kick it wit' plumbers I'm spinning the bin, foe get it jumping Foenem meet up, you know that they munching You better look up, you know that we clutching Yo' ass will get shot, so don't be mean mugging In the trap all day, boy, I gotta get this shit gone Pull up on the thot and I'm fuckin' on a redbone Play wit' the gang and yo' head gone Beam on his head, now his ass got a rednose Got a bag from the [?], now I'm fuckin' on a hoho Sending shots at yo' ass, so you better get low I'm dropping these rakes, know I be round some 4's [?], then yo' ass gotta go I'm juggin' the trap, got this shit for the low I be round some killers, that shit got me cold Babylife nigga, til' I'm dead, they gone And fuck all the opps, .45 hit they bone I got small thot and she giving me dome On the eastside wit' a whole lotta poles You flexin' that shit, then we takin yo' cho Vamp life, brother, you know I got hoes You is the feds, nigga, can't get caught lacking Take yo' ass off when we get the pack in Bitch tryna fuck, she been in attachments Real 30 Glocks, she know I got ratchets EBG Band Gang, this shit get tragic While I'm geeked up living lavish Shooters in the field, getting active Only take one call to get you wacked, bih' Bih', hol on Young nigga tryna get paid He shooting shit up, he don't give no fuck Lock yo' ass up He sippin' that lean, real double cup Do not run up, or his ass gonna bust Ye'en have no hunnids, ye'en talking 'bout nun' My shooters ain't official, but we all got guns We want all the smoke, we tryna get high These Glocks on me tucked, ain't shit to get up We stay with the sticks like a hockey puck Same day I [?], boy, I ran it up In the field getting active, screaming, "Redrum" Real dopeboy, boy, you know I got a trap phone Can't come over here, boy, you know it's a "No Zone" Catch yo' ass lacking, get hit wit' the chrome Keep one in the head, I trap at the store Bitch, I'm Babylife, she fuckin' fasho I pull up on [?], we getting the load Gang, gang, nigga, we uppin' the score Which one of these niggas? Boy, just let us know You [?], then we come in yo' home You can run all you want, but get high, we gon' blow You ass gotta die, boy, that's just how it go They ask how I feel, I told 'em, "Like so" Bih', hol on