CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Skrr Reverse
Ay, Tefo made this one
Two step with my Gs, no Gucci
Me and O'mizz in the back of this hooptie
Smith and Wesson buss like Suzie
Corn just missed cah we aimed for his toupee
Dreads on my head now she’s callin' me cutie
Baby girl stop, let me touch that coochie
I don't want love, let me grab on that booty
The mash slapped once but it didn’t slap twice
Hold it down then rise
Sand and the bang made a burst of light
Drill pages, all I see is lies
What's all the fuss? All the opps soon die
Free all the opps, fill 'em up with bine
Free all my guys locked down inside
Canteen stacked if you're ridin' life
I got my bros like I got my .9
Got extra shells when we go on glides
.32, let that rip
Free Shotty [?], locked up doing bits
In the trap that's shifts on shifts
Shotgun scene, rollin' with a glizz
Feds wanna know more 'bout O’mizz
In a stolo with my broski Bizz
Back it out if we get in a mix
Bullets faster than you probably think
Lil bro tryna score some hat tricks
That’s three bootings and nonstop shankings
Bruckback leave your OG's plankin’
Hop out, hop out with a ting, don't panic
Skrr, reverse (Skrr)
Catch him, put him in a hearse
What I say might just get blurred
But it don't matter cah the streets done heard
Lil bro tryna score some hat tricks
That's three bootings and nonstop shankings
Bruckback leave your OG’s plankin'
Hop out, hop out with a ting, don't panic
Skrr, reverse (Skrr)
Catch him, put him in a hearse
What I say might just get blurred
But it don't matter cah the streets done heard
Yo, yo, yo, free the guys fam, free the members fam, free the 8 man
Free Guz, free Sav, free Mitch man
Dot-dot gon' break man's limbs
Take man's food like the baeless b*t*h
K on the gas, he's lettin' it rip
And we stuff corn in clips
Shell my man like a seaside
.45, good eye, bro-bro recline
Came past with a cheeky .35
So high, I'm in the clouds, can't decline
They see this whip then run like kids
Backroads, main roads, still get hit
Slide on the O, then bill up a spliff
FBG, man slide on the O
Feel like I done this from knee-high
Wear school things, doin' road in Levi's
Didn't know about big packs
Relax with lean, wish I could rewind one more time
Buck shots on their block
Nowadays when we got past
It's nothing but strictly runnin' down opps
Or rise that mop
See the ting goes skududu pop in a 7 seater, circling this block
I don't wanna get bagged by cops
So I bought this pack, I hope it don't drop
Lil bro tryna score some hat tricks
That's three bootings and nonstop shankings
Bruckback leave your OG's plankin'
Hop out, hop out with a ting, don't panic
Skrr, reverse (Skrr)
Catch him, put him in a hearse
What I say might just get blurred
But it don't matter cah the streets done heard
Lil bro tryna score some hat tricks
That's three bootings and nonstop shankings
Bruckback leave your OG's plankin'
Hop out, hop out with a ting, don't panic
Skrr, reverse (Skrr)
Catch him, put him in a hearse
What I say might just get blurred
But it don't matter cah the streets done heard
Ay, Tefo made this one
Two step with my Gs, no Gucci
Me and O'mizz in the back of this hooptie
Smith and Wesson buss like Suzie
Corn just missed cah we aimed for his toupee
Dreads on my head now she’s callin' me cutie
Baby girl stop, let me touch that coochie
I don't want love, let me grab on that booty
The mash slapped once but it didn’t slap twice
Hold it down then rise
Sand and the bang made a burst of light
Drill pages, all I see is lies
What's all the fuss? All the opps soon die
Free all the opps, fill 'em up with bine
Free all my guys locked down inside
Canteen stacked if you're ridin' life
I got my bros like I got my .9
Got extra shells when we go on glides
.32, let that rip
Free Shotty [?], locked up doing bits
In the trap that's shifts on shifts
Shotgun scene, rollin' with a glizz
Feds wanna know more 'bout O’mizz
In a stolo with my broski Bizz
Back it out if we get in a mix
Bullets faster than you probably think
Lil bro tryna score some hat tricks
That’s three bootings and nonstop shankings
Bruckback leave your OG's plankin’
Hop out, hop out with a ting, don't panic
Skrr, reverse (Skrr)
Catch him, put him in a hearse
What I say might just get blurred
But it don't matter cah the streets done heard
Lil bro tryna score some hat tricks
That's three bootings and nonstop shankings
Bruckback leave your OG’s plankin'
Hop out, hop out with a ting, don't panic
Skrr, reverse (Skrr)
Catch him, put him in a hearse
What I say might just get blurred
But it don't matter cah the streets done heard
Yo, yo, yo, free the guys fam, free the members fam, free the 8 man
Free Guz, free Sav, free Mitch man
Dot-dot gon' break man's limbs
Take man's food like the baeless b*t*h
K on the gas, he's lettin' it rip
And we stuff corn in clips
Shell my man like a seaside
.45, good eye, bro-bro recline
Came past with a cheeky .35
So high, I'm in the clouds, can't decline
They see this whip then run like kids
Backroads, main roads, still get hit
Slide on the O, then bill up a spliff
FBG, man slide on the O
Feel like I done this from knee-high
Wear school things, doin' road in Levi's
Didn't know about big packs
Relax with lean, wish I could rewind one more time
Buck shots on their block
Nowadays when we got past
It's nothing but strictly runnin' down opps
Or rise that mop
See the ting goes skududu pop in a 7 seater, circling this block
I don't wanna get bagged by cops
So I bought this pack, I hope it don't drop
Lil bro tryna score some hat tricks
That's three bootings and nonstop shankings
Bruckback leave your OG's plankin'
Hop out, hop out with a ting, don't panic
Skrr, reverse (Skrr)
Catch him, put him in a hearse
What I say might just get blurred
But it don't matter cah the streets done heard
Lil bro tryna score some hat tricks
That's three bootings and nonstop shankings
Bruckback leave your OG's plankin'
Hop out, hop out with a ting, don't panic
Skrr, reverse (Skrr)
Catch him, put him in a hearse
What I say might just get blurred
But it don't matter cah the streets done heard
Ay, Tefo made this one
