Mad why the fuck
I ain’t signed
Hollon what
JSL
What?
JSL ON MY NAME
FREE AK
JSL ON MY NAME
Hollon what?
f******ur Nigga and f******ur gang
Don’t get ya head blown
You speak on me
Nigga outta your mind
Back to back rapping and snapping
They waiting on labels tryna ask
Why the fuck I ain’t signed
Move with a 9
If he come out in blinds
Ima blow out his chest
Tell the cops draw the line
I was 15
Tooting choppas like a grown man
Ima do it again
He must think that I’m playin?
Ima blitz thru the bitch
Knock his face with the nine
Ima empty the clip
Find his friend and rewind
And I steady be joccin
This time I ain’t lying
I’ll be damned if I
Let a bitch fuck with my grind
It’ll be hard for to think if
I fuck with ya mind
Hit ya head
BITCH
FUCK MY AIM OFF
Turnt up tryna tame sum
Leave holos where your brain from
Niggas riding round
With they chains on
Slugs in they mouth
Gun full of a lead
Catch a bitch and leave em dead
Block a bitch and drop the bag
No need for to talk
Tell a bitch walk light
When I find his ass
Ima crack his head
Bitch yeaaaa
Now I got em fucking scared
Send his ass to fucking bed !
Rocking diddy bopping
I’m still popping with these
Rackies bitch
These niggas know
I’m on some savage shit
Loaded off the potion
It’s in motion can’t control it
Turnt off a bean
I be fucked tryna focus
Back to the wall
I don’t trust the ones closer
And I got sum niggas broke
Who hate me that’s they bad
Cause you watching me
Grow from your phone
But you sitting there on your ass
Didn’t think for to go back to work you was home smoking blacks with no cash
And I tell me for to wait
Cause it’s up
When I catch em ima whoop his ass
Bitch you going out sad
Riding round with no strap
When I stuck his ass up
Pocket full of that cash
Texting my phone
Saying bitch that’s your ass
When I’m up in New Orleans you thought bout my dad
He stay with it loaded
No time for the joccin
You run up he bussing that bitch
In the class
Feel like I’m loaded
My potion in motion
I catch in you in public
I’m whopping your ass
Don’t get ya head blown
You speak on me
Nigga outta your mind
Back to back rapping and snapping
They waiting on labels tryna ask
Why the fuck I ain’t signed
Move with a 9
If he come out in blinds
Ima blow out his chest
Tell the cops draw the line
I was 15
Tooting choppas like a grown man
Ima do it again
He must think that I’m playin?
Ima blitz thru the bitch
Knock his face with the nine
Ima empty the clip
Find his friend and rewind
And I steady be joccin
This time I ain’t lying
I’ll be damned if I
Let a bitch fuck with my grind
It’ll be hard for to think if
I fuck with ya mind
Hit ya head
BITCH
FUCK MY AIM OFF
Turnt up tryna tame sum
Leave holos where your brain from
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Head Blown - 38slutz
