Sharin’

Lyrics
Hunnid, ooh It's all Goop [Chorus] I got dope in my back pocket and the .22 I got bands in my front pocket what about you? Heard you round town boy let me pull up with the tool All my dogs got straps, y'all be sharin' beams too I got dope in my back pocket and the .22 I got bands in my front pocket what about you? Heard you round town woadie let me pull up with the tool All my dogs got straps, y'all be sharin' beams who? [Verse] Not me, I can't fuck with a soul what the deal? .223 let my pain hit his brain shit for real In the field, down to die, down to catch a homicide Walking in your momma cry, all she asking you is why? Can you deal with that pain? Can you deal with that stress? You gon' bitch up there? yo hol up come out, beat the best Good aim fuck your face, hope your ass really practice Where his goonies? All pussy, go plot, be an actor Real thuggin' in my blood, catch the charge for my cuz I didn't get it from the judge, beat the case, fuck a bust Fuck his love in that mac Clowns acting like they know this white boy from the ghetto Snatch yo ass off yo toes Floor four, fiend strapped, calicos in the mac I ain't talking McDonald's but got pounds in the pack Real raw, untamed give it to em uncut Thoroughbred to the bone I ain't never gave a fuck [Chorus] I got dope in my back pocket and the .22 I got bands in my front pocket what about you? Heard you round town boy let me pull up with the tool All my dogs got straps, y'all be sharin' beams too I got dope in my back pocket and the .22 I got bands in my front pocket what about you? Heard you round town woadie let me pull up with the tool All my dogs got straps, y'all be sharin' beams who? [Outro] Boy we know you share them guns Ain't none of them yo hitters Hah aha Glocked up, whacked up boy you know we tote them poles Stay yo ass inside house ass boy hunnid thou'
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Credits
- Writers
- KirbLaGoop
- Fony Wallace