NoMo

Lyrics

Six-seven, what it do foo? [Chorus] Nigga keep playing imma tell you What we gonna do to his ass? Imma get the drops on the bitch And go to the movies with that Then he think he finna get him some pussy We gonna drive by and scoop his ass He think we gon' get up wit' you, wit' yo little goofy ass He be kickin' hot shit we gonna cut off his feet So he can't kick no mo' Little bro why you trippin'? Why you shoot him in the ass? So he won't shit no mo' Then we chop off his legs He can't turn up and jump and get lit no mo' We gon' chop off his fingers one by one He can't throw up his clique no mo' [Verse] He screamin' and hollerin' take out his eye So he can't see no mo' Imma get him to shit, start shavin' his head Nigga can't shake his dread like Chief Keef no mo' [???] no food wit' the heat on Cut out his sternum let the rats get they eat on Pistol whip a nigga wake up wit' his teeth gone And take a hammer smash right on his cheekbone He ain't got no arms no mo' 'cause chopped 'em We make a nigga eat his teeth like popcorn Hunnid wrist shoota, I ain't never had a hot point Bro when they saw you like Splurge oh you got one They tryna cut off his ears, he can't here none He askin' to talk to his bitch oh he miss her We finna cut off his lips can't kiss her [Chorus] Nigga keep playing imma tell you What we gonna do to his ass? Imma get the drop on his bitch And go to the movies with that Then he think he finna get him some pussy We gonna drive by and scoop his ass He think we gon' get up wit' you, wit' yo little goofy ass He be kickin' hot shit we gonna cut off his feet So he can't kick no mo' Little bro why you trippin'? Why you shoot him in the ass? So he won't shit no mo' Then we chop off his legs He can't turn up and jump and get lit no mo' We gon' chop off his fingers one by one He can't throw up his clique no mo' [Verse 2] Show up one time wit' the Mac 11 Just throw, cut into his face like a javelin Then we gon' cook him in something like Chinese Bitch, when she leave, you gotta run shit by me The law lookin' for him, all they found was an ID Facing mobile heron hook him up to an IV This is what happen we do all that driving Cut the rest of 'em up, ain't no lions around me [?] cause I got some diamonds you could try me Cause I seen you up real high wit' the people that doubt me I'm not fifty deep, I'm wit' the people that got me Juug him up then fill the bag up with dry chutes When they find you they gon' be like "Oh my gosh" It look like you was at the bottom of the moshpit Tell your hoe she suck my dick like crawfish Take all the dirty sticks, sell 'em at the auction [Chorus] Nigga keep playing imma tell you What we gonna do to his ass? Imma get the drop on his bitch And go to the movies with that Then he think he finna get him some pussy We gonna drive by and scoop his ass He think we gon' get up wit' you, wit' yo little goofy ass He be kickin' hot shit we gonna cut off his feet So he can't kick no mo' Little bro why you trippin'? Why you shoot him in the ass? So he won't shit no mo' Then we chop off his legs He can't turn up and jump and get lit no mo' We gon' chop off his fingers one by one He can't throw up his clique no mo'