CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : MidnightKatKilla
Okay, who the f**k is knocking at my window?
You see my Glock is hanging out, I let that b*t*h blow
And when you comin' out to my show, you hide your b*t*h low
’Cause now she dancin' all on my d**k just like a disco
I said just f**k wit' all the talkin, quit all the intros
She say Jadeci got the dollas and the big strokes
I pull up and inside Impala got the shotty scopes
I turn nothin’ into a somethin', now she givin' me throat
I came out of the f**kin' trenches fully packed, reloaded
All these rappers who were my friends, you just a rat and rodent
They been talking like they was hoes, twitter-fingers goin'
I don't f**k with the midnight rollas, sendin' them my condolence
I got the fire stoakin'
I got the Honda rollin’
I got my gang inside the back and now we fully loaded
I let the devil take me
You better hide to safety
I’m just a Call of Duty shooter with a killer K/D
I'm just a thunder throwin’, rocket rollin' big shinobi
You better hide up all your b*t*hes before they get below me
I got the reaper swingin' the scythe, He do the dirty for me
I'm in the beamer hittin’ the lights I keep that .40 on me
I got your favorite rapper dead, puttin' him on a blank
I'm in yo baby mama bed makin' her walk the plank
And while you caught up with all yo b*t*hes I'm about my bank
And mama told me to get the riches, ain't no otha way
You see my Glock is hanging out, I let that b*t*h blow
And when you comin' out to my show, you hide your b*t*h low
’Cause now she dancin' all on my d**k just like a disco
I said just f**k wit' all the talkin, quit all the intros
She say Jadeci got the dollas and the big strokes
I pull up and inside Impala got the shotty scopes
I turn nothin’ into a somethin', now she givin' me throat
I came out of the f**kin' trenches fully packed, reloaded
All these rappers who were my friends, you just a rat and rodent
They been talking like they was hoes, twitter-fingers goin'
I don't f**k with the midnight rollas, sendin' them my condolence
I got the fire stoakin'
I got the Honda rollin’
I got my gang inside the back and now we fully loaded
I let the devil take me
You better hide to safety
I’m just a Call of Duty shooter with a killer K/D
I'm just a thunder throwin’, rocket rollin' big shinobi
You better hide up all your b*t*hes before they get below me
I got the reaper swingin' the scythe, He do the dirty for me
I'm in the beamer hittin’ the lights I keep that .40 on me
I got your favorite rapper dead, puttin' him on a blank
I'm in yo baby mama bed makin' her walk the plank
And while you caught up with all yo b*t*hes I'm about my bank
And mama told me to get the riches, ain't no otha way
