CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Slime Skylark
You talking out ya neck pu**y boy what's the issue
He said he is bleeding well go get him a tissue
Chopper bullets raining and I swear i won’t miss you
Ak with a scope put on god it's a missile
We got Glock 9s yeah we toting them pistols
Big mag .45 and he strapped with a missile
When we let that sh*t off
Its loud as a whistle
Gun a n***a down
He checking out for early dismissal
I'm the weather man forecast is straight dollars
That n***a started bugging popped his a** like a collar
Then f**k your b*t*h that fifi soaking wet like some water
Super soaker fifi I might ski ski over your daughter
These n***as thirsty for some pu**y man go get em some water
Flexing for the gram man that’s not what I taught
Em
Eat up on the track man this sh*t is delicious
If the main ain't acting right go to sleep with the mistress
You is not depressed pu**y boy you just sad
Talking sh*t get deleted not talking bout tabs
B*t*h think she sneaky but her a** getting played
I never said a peep just let her think what she think
I'm you n***as dad so do what I say
The goal is da bag so let's run up some plays
Diamonds so bright put yo a** in a daze
Got some killers and some shooters like who gon die today
B*t*hes out here hoeing they think that sh*t cute
This choppa bless a n***a but he ain't have the flu
Glock 17 gon have him sleep with the fishes
And that boy a snitch he was raised by some b*t*hes
That b*t*h ain't real dawg and her pu**y dirty like dishes
Big pool in the back got yo hoe in here swimming
He said he is bleeding well go get him a tissue
Chopper bullets raining and I swear i won’t miss you
Ak with a scope put on god it's a missile
We got Glock 9s yeah we toting them pistols
Big mag .45 and he strapped with a missile
When we let that sh*t off
Its loud as a whistle
Gun a n***a down
He checking out for early dismissal
I'm the weather man forecast is straight dollars
That n***a started bugging popped his a** like a collar
Then f**k your b*t*h that fifi soaking wet like some water
Super soaker fifi I might ski ski over your daughter
These n***as thirsty for some pu**y man go get em some water
Flexing for the gram man that’s not what I taught
Em
Eat up on the track man this sh*t is delicious
If the main ain't acting right go to sleep with the mistress
You is not depressed pu**y boy you just sad
Talking sh*t get deleted not talking bout tabs
B*t*h think she sneaky but her a** getting played
I never said a peep just let her think what she think
I'm you n***as dad so do what I say
The goal is da bag so let's run up some plays
Diamonds so bright put yo a** in a daze
Got some killers and some shooters like who gon die today
B*t*hes out here hoeing they think that sh*t cute
This choppa bless a n***a but he ain't have the flu
Glock 17 gon have him sleep with the fishes
And that boy a snitch he was raised by some b*t*hes
That b*t*h ain't real dawg and her pu**y dirty like dishes
Big pool in the back got yo hoe in here swimming
