Riccy Runtz & 3Bandx - Shh

Told bro clock out, told 'em rock out, got my racket(Got my racket)
That boy cap as fuck, like tell lil' brother stop it(Tell 'em stop it)
You see I keep my heat, I see a bitch then pop 'em(Pop, pop)
We got a Percocets, Whites, Shrooms, and a Chocolate(Aye, come through)
We got all type of hoes, nigga, pick a option(Oh, pick a option)
We got all type of poles, which one I'm poppin'?(Fah)
You got all type of homes, which one we robbin'?(Which one we robbin'?)
You want a feature with Lil' 3, it's a deposit(It's a deposit)
Aye, I'm B-A-N-D-X, don't give a fuck about no bitch(Big 3)
I was down bad on my dick and ain't nobody give me shit(On God)
FTOS be the gang, you fuck with us, you might get rich
Fuck with us and we won't switch(On gang)
You get locked, better not snitch(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Make bro spin off that pill, nigga(My bro off a pill nigga)
Bitch, check out my set
I got more money than these little bitch, niggas(I got more money than these lil' bitch niggas)
I put that pendant on my neck
I don't want that bitch(I don't want that bitch, nigga), I just use that bitch for sex(Huh?)
And we takin' that shit you flexin', nigga, from your feet to your head(Rrah)
Last nigga played with me ended up dead(He dead, he dead)
Fuck The Other Side, nigga, I done said what I said(I said what i said)
Fuck that rap shit, nigga, I'm bout mine
You want try me, then you yeah(Yeah, bitch)
Got my glock out, call my 5, nigga, let's go get respect(Let's go get respect)
Fuck that nigga, that nigga a bitch(Man, that nigga a bitch)
Man, that nigga can't tell me shit(Can't tell me shit)
Pray to Allah, my nigga, I sin
I was outside with the latest gen
Yeah, I'm slidin' in yo' section(In yo' section nigga)
You can't have that bitch, I'm selfish(I'm selfish nigga)
She wanna fuck, the bitch getting desperate
Give no handouts, nigga, I'm helpless
You chose yo' side, I'ma make you regret it(Nigga)
How he gon' kill me? He don't got a weapon(He don't gotta weapon)
How he a stepper? He don't be steppin'(He don't be steppin')
Not saying bro name, my brodie a felon(My brodie a felon)
Might pop out with a white bitch, no cap(No cap)
I was just tryna knock him off the map(The map)
You ain't my potna, you ain't gettin' no dap(You ain't gettin' no dap)
I'm tryna split 'em in half
Too many opps, nigga, you do the math(You do the math)
I'm gon' spin until I'm dead, bitch(Huh? Huh?)
Bitch, I'm gon' spin until I'm dead, bitch(Bitch, I'm gon' spin until I'm dead, bitch)
Bitch, I'm gon' spin until I'm dead, bitch(Huh? Huh?)
Bitch, I'm gon' spin until I'm dead, bitch(Bitch, I'm gon' spin until I'm dead, bitch)

Written by:
Chance Bowens, Rickey Dominique

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find