Letras
[Hook] x2
One call, fifty reckless **** at yo door
If that **** talkin down we finna turn this to sum gore
Smokin dope up in yo crib, with my ruger pourin fours
One whistle, red beam, leave you on the floor
Forty choppas, hella robbers
Ima pull up take yo prada
Ima pull up take yo mama
Take dat bitch straight to my cama
I got hunnid million different bullets for u pussy ****
If a **** actin crazy ima send him straight to Allah
Getcho racks up, lil bitch, getcho guap up
Bitch I is not fighting got my choppa
My shottas, my guap, might slaughter yo daughter
Fuckin on a bad lil bitch dat ain't nada
Tell me why these pussy **** steady talkin shit?
Bitch I is the shit them **** heads, they finna split
They finna pull up on a **** actin crazy, actin big?
But u **** goofy yall ain't know I had the stick (skrr)
[Hook] x2
One call, fifty reckless **** at yo door
If that **** talkin down we finna turn this to sum gore
Smokin dope up in yo crib, with my ruger pourin fours
One whistle, red beam, leave you on the floor
One call and the Whole gang pull up
Got 5 missed calls and they from yo slut
U be loving these hoes putting babies in her gut
I be fucking these hoes but my babies on her butt (slut)
Big bad wolf and I’m blowing down yo hut
Big backwoods stuffed an eighth in this blunt
Diss me on the first won't make it to the eighth of da month (bitch)
Pussy bald head got me praying like a monk
Light up in the courtroom and they thought It was a skunk
I would’ve hit yo slut but that bitch pussy stunk
What I want for lunch? Ate pussy n captain Crunch
Told me put my best foot forward but I’m on a crutch (skrr)
[Hook] x2
One call, fifty reckless **** at yo door
If that **** talkin down we finna turn this to sum gore
Smokin dope up in yo crib, with my ruger pourin fours
One whistle, red beam, leave you on the floor
Written by: Alejandro Danyante, Ishmael Elazzouzi
