Lyrics:
grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin'
Ah shit
Boy you tripping
Oh shoot (Oh shoot)
What he do? (What he do?)
He came in the room and
He made em move (Oh shoot)
Oh shoot (Oh shoot)
How are
in the bag when I'm back I'll pull out and
Shoot, shoot, shoot, yuh, shoot
You know I'm gon' shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, back of the whip,
friends the other day
Tryna understand why you here buddy please explain
I don't even give a crap bout yo nonsense
I was up here living this lavish life bro
Ooh, Ahh, Ya Ya Ya, Ok Ok, Yuh, Ooh, Aah, Yuh
I'm a real black, you some real crap, I don't give a crap, ain't nobody ask
I'll take off my mask, you
crap to this boy 24
7, my money stack on these boys
I'm coming from the bottom
Harold-smacking these boys
I'm running laps on these boys
I don't even
you take your crap and hit the road my friend?
Why don't you take your crap and hit the road my friend?
Don't shoot again
Don't shoot again
Why
talentless and crap
Little rappers: came from broken wrappers that their parents had
Yeah I'm getting handies, I can tell you're jealous: lend a hand
They
justice or injustice
How do you react-act-act?
Can you stand there laughing while they
Shoot us in the back, back, back?
This is what some rappers sound
it's a fact
When I hit it from behind and explode on the back
Always hit the spot when I shoot, never miss
And I ain't gotta aim, I'll just shoot from
the bull
Cut the crap
I know you peepin' toms
Tellin' yo men go
To my window in my gated comm
You want to know
How I keep my wrist on the rocks
You and your
Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
are you?
No one understands their shit but they coming at you
I'm on the 95 going fast speeding in the blue
Shoot shoot, no one asking bout the truth
was shooting em on they ass (ass)
Like back to back back back (back back)
Shoot em niggas all in they ass (baow baow baow)
Fire back quit the crap now i
(white)
Call 'em Andy Milonakis (yeah)
He won't hesitate to shoot 'em (shoot)
Private jet to Bermuda (woo)
I knew I been had sauce (who)
'Cause I was
'bout to spray your boo
Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy
I put the crap on the seat
All red guts, got the crap on the seat, ayy
'bout
Yeah
My lil' niggas, they in the trap house, yeah
I'ma fuck her good and make her tap out, yeah
(yeah, yeah)
That's a gamble, hope I don't crap out,
bothered, I never was
Here's a crap gag from "Spit the Dog"
Cameron's hairdresser got an MBE
I said to my wife you better shoot me
It's all gone, what
you're not alone
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road
Okay, quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn't
If I shoot up a school
Then you know I'll be ok
If I lie on the news
Then you know I'll be ok
If I burn up the cross
Then you know I'll be ok
If take
seems like a joke to me
that this old crap's still on the screen
can't we get something better to see
instead of this **** thats on TV
Hey, Drew Carey, I
Pissin an shittin an fartin and crap,
I just don't give a fuck about that,
Pissin an shittin an fartin and crap, I'm gunna fuck you in the ass with
you're not alone
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road
Okay, quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn't
Thinks he's an aristocrat
Thinks he can kill and slaughter
Thinks he can shoot my daughter
Yeah right! Oh yeah!
Oh right! Yeeah!
Dead cats,
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