Dropped dead,
Glock made his head pop,
Cause he a hot head
Made that boy cropped out,
Yo bitch ain’t bad,
But she got mouth,
Just how that be,
Boy got lost at his lawn
Then he got found all stiff,
At a back street,
Dropped dead,
Glock made his head pop,
Cause he a hot head
Made that boy cropped out,
Yo bitch ain’t bad,
But she got mouth,
Just how that be,
Boy got lost at his lawn
Then he got found all stiff,
At a back street,
If I pull up
I Make your block hide,
Ever since a kid,
My Momma got told,
That her lil boy,
Is Just Not right,
Wrist so froze,
Wrist stay gleaming like a spot light,
You gotta shine a light
For you shit to twinkle,
But my shit stay glowing,
Even when it’s not bright,
Whip so nice,
It get bitches,
I run the block,
This my district,
I had a
Four some with three hoes,
And it ain’t even Christmas,
Teeth got ice,
Got snow,
Every time I talk,
I get froze,
My money,
Got up,
Shit rose,
Money got big,
It doubled,
Money grew up,
It got stubble,
Watch how I do,
So you can copy,
Dick real long,
Like a zimmer,
Yo shit nasty,
Like jalopy,
Got a Spanish hoe,
I Call that bitch Joe,
Cause every time she give me the toppy,
With the buns,
You know,
it be getting sloppy,
I’m so real,
Like existence,
I get ass,
no problems,
You need assistance,
I get it so much,
It’s like it’s donated,
My dick might be gone,
cause yo chick,
Throat ate it,
Knocked that boy off,
He gone,
You Can only see him on the phone,
Now he posted up in the gallery,
And his name chiseled in stone
We Made his whole family come for a funeral,
I piss on you bitches,
Like y’all just a urinal,
Dropped dead,
Glock made his head pop,
Cause he a hot head
Made that boy cropped out,
Yo bitch ain’t bad,
But she got mouth,
Just how that be,
Boy got lost at his lawn
Then he got found all stiff,
At a back street,
Dropped dead,
Glock made his head pop,
Cause he a hot head
Made that boy cropped out,
Yo bitch ain’t bad,
But she got mouth,
Just how that be,
Boy got lost at his lawn
Then he got found all stiff,
At a back street,
BOTZ
