Lyrics

[Intro] Love my freak bitch, she come through and eat the whole dick Heard they caught—, like they hit his— Uh, uh, uh [Chorus] Love my freak bitch, she come through and eat the whole dick Heard they caught— lackin', hit him in the whole clip Cut my nigga off, 'cause he told on some more shit Homicide came, I just tell 'em I ain't know shit You ain't really active in the beef, you ain't on shit You just like talkin' on the 'net, you a whole bitch Seen Mo pull forty racks out a ho bitch Lil' bro just said he caught an opp, now he toasting [Verse] I-75 to 23, bitch, he coasting Got it for the Melo, I'ma sell it for the Jordan Get some work and hard K.O. it, Randy Orton These chopper bullets burn, you gon' need more than some ointment (Dummy) We in the club throwin' money, bitches shakin' ass They keep tellin' me I'm the one when I was just in last (How?) I'm doin' good but can't forget I was just doin' bad Don't give a fuck if he was with his granny, still do him bad The only thing I've been checked by is a Louis bag Niggas on the opps tough, but in jail, they fags 12 flick us, we ain't pullin' over, hit the gas Even our strikers Hellcats, nigga, do the dash Pull up, hop out, tried college, I dropped out My teachers said I wouldn't be shit, look at me now Bro was on the run, still totin' chop like he wasn't hot I bought the watch, he set the time on it like I'm Mr. Fox How this money on my head and I'm in the drop? Lil' bro phone do ten, he ain't seen a drought [?] work on your trap, drive like cat and mouse And we playin' with them birds like the Dirty South You know words get niggas killed, better watch your mouth He just split the bag with me, so I watched him out They Listerine put the pipe in a nigga mouth Squeeze the trigger, now his brains comin' out his scalp Ouch, ask my street about my opps, they vouch I ain't never been a ho, bitch, rat or slouch Doggy was wolfin' on the 'Gram, I'm like, "What this about?" A week later, they found his ass dead, now he got some clout Facts, you know them chopper bullets life changin' We done probably made more niggas famous than Amos A hundred rounds in this chop, I ain't even gotta aim it Clip so damn long, can shoot a movie like Wes Craven You got your mama sellin' fish dinners, they for raisin Feds gave my nigga thirty, he was hell raisin' That four-five make him shrivel up like a raisin Just watched Jay spin a quarter like he wasn't Nathan [Chorus] Love my freak bitch, she come through and eat the whole dick Heard they caught— lackin', hit him in the whole clip Cut my nigga off, 'cause he told on some more shit Homicide came, I just tell 'em I ain't know shit You ain't really active in the beef, you ain't on shit You just like talkin' on the 'net, you a whole bitch Seen Mo pull forty racks out a ho bitch Lil' bro just said he caught an opp, now he toasting (Yeah) [Outro] Haha, nigga Lil' bro said he caught an opp, so he toastin' Ha, ayy Love my freak bitch, she come through and eat the whole dick Bitch Westside Terrace, nigga, Headshot Squad, nigga Money