CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Last Word
Know what we on
Know what we on (NLE Top Shotta Got Bombs Like-)
Know what we on
Aye
Ayy, We can't let up off a man, we gotta get the last word
I bent the block and made it hot, I made him drop right on the curb
I kicked the thot right out the spot, 'cause I said she got on my nerves
Yeah, she just for the birds (aye, you)
Ayy, Ayy, many men
Two Glocks and four choppas ridin' in a minivan
This Draco I got it from Russia, it's a immigrant
Twin shots out the MAC, put it all in his back
I call that choppa rant
We slam like Shaq, so a n***a don't panic
35, Kevin Durant
Ayy, Pa** that stick, we pop it
If I hop out the car, it's a body
Lil' n***a I don't need no molly
I'm already out my body
I might smoke a lil' biscotti
Ain't gon' shoot sh*t like Scotty
Shoot the opps like I'm really off molly
Killin' every day to me it's a hobby
Yump yump
Drugs got me slump slump
Birds in the trunk trunk
Pull up, we gon' dump dump
Shoot him or not
Do you wanna die?
Askin' me, "Is you gon' kill 'em or not?"
Break out the pot, watch how it top
Yeah, we leave you dead at 12 on the dot
We go on kill streaks
Seven days of the week, it ain't no peace
Make sure you feel me
Blow the whole house down, it ain't no sleep
Murda increasin', you decreasin'
We creepin' 'til you diseased
Pull in yo' street, we just too deep
We eat, we had to meet and greet
Pack, touchdown
Diamond round
Jumped out the van, no blood count
Camp up out [?]
Pull it out, pull it out, in her mouth
Ask her, do she wanna go to the town
she say down south
She just scream my name so loud
Neighbors had to turn her down
Know what we on (NLE Top Shotta Got Bombs Like-)
Know what we on
Aye
Ayy, We can't let up off a man, we gotta get the last word
I bent the block and made it hot, I made him drop right on the curb
I kicked the thot right out the spot, 'cause I said she got on my nerves
Yeah, she just for the birds (aye, you)
Ayy, Ayy, many men
Two Glocks and four choppas ridin' in a minivan
This Draco I got it from Russia, it's a immigrant
Twin shots out the MAC, put it all in his back
I call that choppa rant
We slam like Shaq, so a n***a don't panic
35, Kevin Durant
Ayy, Pa** that stick, we pop it
If I hop out the car, it's a body
Lil' n***a I don't need no molly
I'm already out my body
I might smoke a lil' biscotti
Ain't gon' shoot sh*t like Scotty
Shoot the opps like I'm really off molly
Killin' every day to me it's a hobby
Yump yump
Drugs got me slump slump
Birds in the trunk trunk
Pull up, we gon' dump dump
Shoot him or not
Do you wanna die?
Askin' me, "Is you gon' kill 'em or not?"
Break out the pot, watch how it top
Yeah, we leave you dead at 12 on the dot
We go on kill streaks
Seven days of the week, it ain't no peace
Make sure you feel me
Blow the whole house down, it ain't no sleep
Murda increasin', you decreasin'
We creepin' 'til you diseased
Pull in yo' street, we just too deep
We eat, we had to meet and greet
Pack, touchdown
Diamond round
Jumped out the van, no blood count
Camp up out [?]
Pull it out, pull it out, in her mouth
Ask her, do she wanna go to the town
she say down south
She just scream my name so loud
Neighbors had to turn her down
