Moneymarr Joesin
[Hook]
He Gon' [?] Out his top, Its okay we got choppas for niggas that speakin on shit that we do
We Gon' air out his car send him right to the stars and I'm askin that nigga how he like to do
The [?] Cut up with the kid I got locked I was [?] in the [?] I'm just like some glue
When we sendin' that fire, don't ask who it is bitch you know gun squad coming through
[Verse 1]
Go cop 16 packs montana
Jugg when its cold out, Trap Shit, Glock in the coat
See the [?], Choppas get stuffed in the snow
Ima step on bitch, give a f..ck if he tote
And she [?] the dick, I be breaking her throat
Got Drip off-white all white, Pope
Pop pants like cans, sprite, coke
Got a shooter with braids, yachty, boat
He dissin this shit can get technical
Spin with them sticks send his ass to the medical
All our chops got a switch and it came with the reticles
I Got so many bitches this shit like a festival
Smokin' [?] don't f..ck with the edibles
In that maybach bitch, come and suck on my testicles
When I walk in the trap shit can look skeptical
Or I'm sending a hit call up draco he stretching you
[Hook]
He Gon' [?] Out his top, Its okay we got choppas for niggas that speakin on shit that we do
We Gon' air out his car send him right to the stars and I'm askin that nigga how he like to do
The [?] Cut up with the kid I got locked I was [?] in the [?] I'm just like some glue
When we sendin' that fire, don't ask who it is bitch you know gun squad coming through
[Verse 2]
80 Racks in the trap, victor, cruz
Send a hit he get shot, and put on the news
What you spend on yo ring, Yeah I spend on my [?]
Is you gon' hop in a Jetta or hop in a cruise (Lets Go, Lets Go)
Got a Glock 18, Nigga that's [?]
Bitch leave me alone, Green, [?]
On the interstate hittin' 100, No Racing
And we really got clips, No [?]
Tryna [?], No that shit unacceptable
Hittin' Kids when you shoot man that shit ain't respectable
I Was locked in a cell, did it with the correctional's
Know some niggas with bodies, they really went federal
Take a trip to the islands, I'm talkin bout Panama
We send a hit for a 50, They killin your mini you
We spin again till we dizzy, them drac bullets hittin' you
I Like them 20s, and 50s, but play with them pretty boo's
[Hook]
He Gon' [?] Out his top, Its okay we got choppas for niggas that speakin on shit that we do
We Gon' air out his car send him right to the stars and I'm askin that nigga how he like to do
The [?] Cut up with the kid I got locked I was [?] in the [?] I'm just like some glue
When we sendin' that fire, don't ask who it is bitch you know gun squad coming through
