biggestbiggestbrat - 550 (fivefifty)

Yeah, yeah
I'm on the way to go get it
Fuckin' my bitch, my strap in her kidney
All of my shootas, they holdin' 550
I'm ready for war, nigga what's the word
All of my shootas they all in that dirt
You plottin' on me you get kicked to the curb
You said you want smoke, so then let's work
Let's work
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Let's work
You niggas is not 'bout that action
On yo' block then we slide with a FN
If you talkin' down, I'll shoot up yo' best friend
You niggas bitches y'all smokin' that vape pen
They inspired by me, nigga cause I made them
Ride on yo' block nigga causin' mayhem (Causin' yeah)
That nig' a bitch, like a nigga name Jason
African bitch and she got a big butt
You niggas my sons the fuck up and sit up
You niggas do anything to get yo' dick sucked
Ain't that yo' thot? Nigga I can't kiss her
Got a bad bitch, and she havin' motion
Niggas want 'cause the commotion
Yo' bitch pussy wetter than all the oceans
White plug, his name Otis
I'm on the way to go get it
Fuckin' my bitch, my strap in her kidney
All of my shootas, they holdin' 550.
I'm ready for war, nigga what's the word
All of my shootas they all in that dirt
You plottin' on me you get kicked to the curb
You said you want smoke, so then let's work
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Huh, you doin' this nonsense
Pussy nigga need to stop it
You got tea, then you clock it
You not mine, bitch you just a option
Why you dealin' with the opps, man
Now you dealing with this Glock, man
Buss 30 shots at his top, man
And these niggas know, I'm the Topman
Off of these Percs, I'm goin' insane
If he tryna play, we shoot his membrane
I'm off of these drugs, don't shit feel the same
You niggas is bored, go head play some games, like
I'm on the way to go get it
Fuckin' my bitch, my strap in her kidney
All of my shootas, they holdin' 550.
I'm ready for war, nigga what's the word
All of my shootas they all in that dirt
You plottin' on me you get kicked to the curb
You said you want smoke, so then let's work

Written by:
Cyan Reid

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