CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Extra Clip

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah, ah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Where all my real n***as? Pop, pop a seal
Pop a b*t*h, tell that b*t*h, "Hold up, should've caught a stick"
Tell that b*t*h, "I don't f**k, f**k around with the sh*ts"
They gon' fight, I don't care, scrub the ground, what's the deal?
Yeah, real n***as fear me, huh, you don't f**k?
Hold up b*t*h, you don't f**k? F**k around, that's a dub
Want the diamonds, want the truck, want the b*t*h with a b***
If she wanna f**k me, hit the P, shut the f**k up
B*t*h, I don't f**k, she a freak
It's so bright I cannot see
Could've sold that b*t*h a O after a night
I don't show up in the day, I just show up at night
I don't show up in the day, b*t*h, I only come at night
That's alright, f**k on mе, f**k on them, that's alright
That's alright, check the shoе, it's so blue like my juice
Racks on racks, 'Bachs on 'Bachs, bad b*t*h turnt, Maybach back
Without tags, n***a just asked, I don't give a f**k about a n***a that rap, yah

Ridin' in a Hommy with my Tommy, tryna turn into a gummy
Yeah, you know that we be wrappin' n***as up just like a mummy (Just like a mummy)
He get shot, it execute him, so I hit him like a zombie (Brrra)
They askin' will I kill again, I'll do it for some money (For the cash)
Whole team steady ballin', b*t*h, we comin' like the Sonics (Like the Sonics)
Ten-piece, some five to the face, five to the chest, I gave him Crumpy's (Chicken wings)
Thirty shots up in this Drac', he keep on runnin', I keep dumpin'
They tellin' me to stop shootin', but them bullets keep on comin' (They keep on comin')
B*t*h, you know how we be comin', we turn brains into salami (Into salami)
Regular clip in my glizzy, b*t*h, I wanna put a hunnid (Put a hunnid)
Put a switch up on that b*t*h and make it, "Brrra," it be stutterin'
If he talk down on my name, I swear to God I kill my brethren (Brethren)
Brrra