SUPER SOAKER

Lyrics

[Intro] (You're crazy, Jaywavy) He ain't gon' let you say nothin' bad about me Why you ain't grab it off my top? I thought I had a bounty Heard he shitted when we popped him, that's a bag of brownies I heard he shitted when we popped him, that's a bag of brownies (Let the beat ride out, Ju) [Verse 1: Mozzy] Put down this flag and grab the Bible, that's a changed man Why you ain't slide about your, 'bout your main mans? Why you ain't slide about your, 'bout your gangland? Now she ain't wanna fuck with Mozzy 'til he came Lamb' And then they let my partner fuck him until he came 'Rari Them .40 shells is bool and all, but we gon' AR him Bitch, it's a gangster party I could've parked him if I wanted, I just pay for parkin' And they know who they bet' not play with, niggas ain't retarded I went to war with half my hood and I'm still gang regardless How we ain't the hardest? She said I give her Martian vibes inside this UFO Who lookin' for me? Tell 'em, "Pull up," finna do a show [Chorus: Mozzy] Off methazine, we sippin' clean, it got me movin' slow He seventeen torchin' niggas, went up two and O My killer's ready, drop confetti, this a Super Bowl Ain't got a stash that's big enough to fit this super soaker Off methazine, we sippin' clean, it got me movin' slow He seventeen torchin' niggas, went up two and O My killer's ready, drop confetti, this a Super Bowl Ain't got a stash that's big enough to fit this super soaker [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] I asked you niggas do they love me? Do they love me not? (Huh?) If I gotta ask you, then eventually I'll probably pop your top with a super soaker Keep three shooters in the Rover, my lil' niggas gon' step (Yeah) Two dead, four hit, bitch, but nobody wept, we solid (Solid) Our street name's legendary Had to drop a couple bands in my dog commissary He gon' send you to the mortuary, don't do it to yourself He got my back when I'm right, got my back when I'm left When I'm left, I need help, they gon' step like some hyenas in the jungle (Jungle) Welcome to Baton Rouge, we lay by your baby mama Narcotics won't take me under, I'm tryna make it to summer (Ayy) I'm tryna do for my mama and my three baby mamas All I know is we gonna make it When I ride 'round, it's not on safety (No) No small talk Well, these niggas super soaky, but we got them super soakers, so we gon' be alright [Outro: Boosie Badazz] Book a nigga for a show, put him on death row (We like that, ah) Catch a nigga ass slippin', put him on death row (Brrt) We like that, ah