ToDinero - Kesha

Ayy, FN it came with suppressor, I'm ready to gon and stretch em
I'm on the block from 9 to 12, you know we serving pressure
They want that shit, I got that shit, I serve the white like Kesha
Gon' stop the car, unlock the door, hop out on feet, don't run from me
This ARP, hold two to three, throw on my uni, that's my ski
Hop out and put shit underneath, hop out, cut down this family tree
I bounce around, hold in my stick, can't let no little bitch rep off me
Contraband, all illegal shit, you want that shit, come shop and see
That boy a trick, he gave his bottom dollar to the bitch
I told her, don't speak when I'm talking, ain't have no problem with the bitch
Call up my partner, any altercation, you know I got the switch
He on his ass, ain't got no bag, cause he don't give a fuck about getting rich
Hoes, thots, taking them down, pissies, goofies, gunning them down
I threw a silencer on it, now it don't make no sound
Tell her, stay prayed up so I can come and dick her down
Her favorite rapper Sexy Redd, might take her ass to pound town
Been walking down beats, but I'm still quick to run you down
Fucking with me is one way ticket to the fucking ground
The police came to pick him up, but bro was solid, he ain't say
We send the bitch to get that drop and pull up where you stay
T.O. killer
T.O. killer
T.O. killer
T.O. killer
T.O. is the killer, T.O. hop out and go get him
five-five-six will send yo ass to meet the reaper
Hold on, bust his head, bloodshed, shit getting deeper

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