CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Lethal Injection
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, NLE
Ay, huh, gang sh*t
B*t*h, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, this toxic sh*t that I'm spittin' is like lethal injection
And b*t*h I got my pistol, don't you come up in my section
And b*t*h I'm throwin' up my gang signs, yeah you know I'm redrum
If you dissin' on the gang, b*t*h you know it's getting hectic
And b*t*h we drippin' get retarded in the club we gon' f**k it up
Got the glizzy tucked, we don't ever f**kin' knuckle up
I put the Glock up in his mouth, make that n***a f**kin' bite the dust
And I'ma put him in the sky, yeah you know I had to send him up
This sh*t get spooky n***a, just like it's Halloween
We leave em' toothless n***a, that's if he's hollering
I put the beef up on my plate, with some collard greens
And b*t*h I love Percocets, and I just popped three
I got a jiggly booty b*t*h, she be jiggin' on the d**k
I got a Gen4 Glock, and I extended the clip
I just got charged, b*t*h I'm silent, b*t*h I'm pleadin' the fifth
We tote 7.62's and them f**kin' hollow tips
My n***a say he wanna kill em', what the f**k you waitin' on
He say that he can't find em', so we at his momma home
Which gun Imma shoot, that's what I [?]
And I'm retarded with this choppa like a missin' chromosome
Do you wanna have a shootout? A stump out? B*t*h, it's whatever
And you know that I'm a demon, I be talkin' to the devil
B*t*h, we be totin' all the MAC's, we don't f**k with Berettas-
Yeah, NLE
Ay, huh, gang sh*t
B*t*h, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, this toxic sh*t that I'm spittin' is like lethal injection
And b*t*h I got my pistol, don't you come up in my section
And b*t*h I'm throwin' up my gang signs, yeah you know I'm redrum
If you dissin' on the gang, b*t*h you know it's getting hectic
And b*t*h we drippin' get retarded in the club we gon' f**k it up
Got the glizzy tucked, we don't ever f**kin' knuckle up
I put the Glock up in his mouth, make that n***a f**kin' bite the dust
And I'ma put him in the sky, yeah you know I had to send him up
This sh*t get spooky n***a, just like it's Halloween
We leave em' toothless n***a, that's if he's hollering
I put the beef up on my plate, with some collard greens
And b*t*h I love Percocets, and I just popped three
I got a jiggly booty b*t*h, she be jiggin' on the d**k
I got a Gen4 Glock, and I extended the clip
I just got charged, b*t*h I'm silent, b*t*h I'm pleadin' the fifth
We tote 7.62's and them f**kin' hollow tips
My n***a say he wanna kill em', what the f**k you waitin' on
He say that he can't find em', so we at his momma home
Which gun Imma shoot, that's what I [?]
And I'm retarded with this choppa like a missin' chromosome
Do you wanna have a shootout? A stump out? B*t*h, it's whatever
And you know that I'm a demon, I be talkin' to the devil
B*t*h, we be totin' all the MAC's, we don't f**k with Berettas-
