Lyrics

Mike Will On The Beat You Know I'm Killin This Shit Just Left The Sace (Versace) Store You Know Im Kill'n This Fit Yea We Keep The Knob Broke Ain't Trynna Get Fixed Its The Remix Killer Yea I Kill Ya Remix, Whatsup!! I'm in my zone I'm feeling it Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it So buy another round They tried to shut us down About an hour ago But we still in this bitch Turn this shit up loud And buy another round They tried to shut us down About an hour ago But we still in this bitch I Can Do This Shit All Night, Cause I Can Stay Up That Rollie Pull Yo Bitch On Sight, Thats A Lay Up I Blew About A Forty Last Night, Thats A Jacob Had Her Face On My Givenchy Jeans, Left Her Make-up Nigga I Been Running This For Bout 8 Straight Summers I Got Mine Off The Stovе Like The Chef At Bеnihana's Nigga This Is My Year Fuck Whoever Don't Like It See That Twenty-Fourteen Outside Yea Thats My Shit I Took A Trip Outta Town Brung 100 Thangs Home I Seen Jeezy In The Club Had 100 Chains On Just Left The Sace (Versace) Store You Know Im Kill'n This Fit Its The Remix Killer Yea I Kill Ya Remix, Whatsup!! They Said Bobby Slow The Flow Down You Burn'n All The Dro Down I Tear The Fuck'n Club From The Ceiling To The Flo Door And I Ain't Talkin Dance'n When I Tell Them Its A Ho Down And Know She Gett'n Low Down That Ass Getting Tore Dowwwnnn Aye Cause We Still In This Bitch Got A Glass In My Hand And I Ain't Spill'n This Shit I Hop Out The Fuckin Coupe Like It Really Ain't Shit Man Come To Think About It Niggas Really Ain't Shit I Go Tough, I Go Stupid, And I Get brolic Baby, I Beat The Coochie Now Gon Throw Them Legs Up Lets Make A Movie She Asked Me Can She Get It From The Back, Absolutely Bitch, Absolutely Okay I'm Still In This Bitch I'm Kill'n This Bitch Lame Ass Ho Ain't Feeling That Chick Man Im Like A Big Turd On The Ground And Yall Like Flies Come Get On This Shit Im Indaina Gauges Hit Em In Faces Pour A Nigga Body In Different Places Man A Nigga Young Dro Still In This Bitch Its Been Along Time That Nigga Courageous Period, Pussy Nigga Fearin It Calm Down Dro Ain't God Damn Hear'n It If Nigga Got Cold Im God Damn Clear'n It, Up Nigga Whatsup, Feel'n It Lay'n In The Bed Gettin Head By Hilary Keep My Strap Check My Artillery Me And B.O.B On G.D.O.D Rollin It The Long Way Feel'n It!!! Testarosa, Burn These Fuck Niggas Just Like Sulfur And I Fucked Yo Bitch On Sofa In This Bitch Please Close The Door Sir Uh Im A Lion Boy I Go Rawr Rawr Desert Eagle Click Up In This Bitch And That Bitch Go Pow Pow, Dro Im Gotti But I Think I'm B.O.B Got Bricks On Bricks I'm C.O.D Them Checks On Deck Them Cars On Deck That Cocaine On Delivery I'm In My Kitchen Im Cooking It Bitch Wanna Plane Ticket Im Booking It C.M.G Thats Muscle Gang T.I.P Thats Hustle Gang Brand Dick All In Whats Her Name Never Gon Mention No Buster Name I Got Word Play Like That Ruzzle Game I make one Phone Call Getta Busta Came That 4 Liter, Shoulda Been On It Nigga Talkin Beef Really Dont Want It I Doubt It If You Bout It I Pull Up And Jump Up Out It Bareface No Mask Gon And Check You While Its Crowded Let Detective CSI Collect'n Shells Trynna Count It Last Seen In A Audi Turn A Million For A Bounty, Im Gone