That boy got hit..
That boy got hit….
He got shot up side his head,
It made him twitch,
It made him piss,
It made him shit,
Then a few hours later,
That boy got stiffed,
That boy got hit..
That boy got hit….
He got shot up side his head,
It made him twitch,
It made him piss,
It made him shit,
Then a few hours later,
That boy got stiffed,
Them niggas soft,
The niggas weak,
Yo chick got my name tattooed,
On her cheeks,
She say with you she a good girl,
But with me she a freak,
Matter of fact give me your money now,
Put it in the bag,
So I can dip,
Like some chip,
I leave a hole in yo body,
Like fucking Funyun,
(BLOW)
The boy hunched over,
Grip his gut and screamed in pain,
Tried to say a prayer,
But he just gurgled with every word,
That He was saying,
His mom all depressed,
The pills and booze make her feel insane,
And all this happened just because,
Yo slut,
Had sucked my Dang-a-lang,
Man watch out,
I’m the standard,
I boss hog,
Im a panzer,
I got a drum mag on the drake,
Double tittys,
They work great,
Then we take your wallet,
Then put a few more in your face,
Me and gang we celebrate,
Our money go up,
Like it elevate,
Weed be so good that I levitate,
I just be floating,
Weed be so potent,
(I don’t give a fuck about no bitch,
Only thing I care about,
Is how I’m gone get rich,
Boy I’m on this hustle,
I want diamonds on my wrist,
I remember when I use to mix sprite with some tris,)
Fat bands,
I got your bitch panties,
And they hanging on the hat stand,
I be getting crunk,
Any body that we catch,
We gotta dump,
That boy be a gump,
Should’ve been knocked since the jump,
Them boys not them,
Weak ass niggas,
Ain’t a gang,
They just friends,
They all play pretend,
That boy had got slumped from a bullet we sent,
We robbed their trap,
Told em,
They gotta spill our blood,
If they wanna get it back,
He got hit in his neck,
Now he in a chair,
more boney,
Than a bitch that be flat,
I swear that they lame,
They hate cause they hoes be liking our chains,
They beefing for pussy,
They can’t even bang,
Shit be sad,
World smallest violin playing,
As they cutting onions on the rack,
But we don’t care,
We laugh how his head done went splat,
That boy got hit..
That boy got hit….
He got shot up side his head,
It made him twitch,
It made him piss,
It made him shit,
Then a few hours later,
That boy got stiffed,
That boy got hit..
That boy got hit….
He got shot up side his head,
It made him twitch,
It made him piss,
It made him shit,
Then a few hours later,
That boy got stiffed,
That boy got hit….
BOTZ
