Lyrics
Where do you go and hide
No way, Jose
When you are sadly cast aside
My heart closed, face V opened
Closed, face V
My heart closed, face V opened
Closed, face V
Graveyard whispers, silent screams
Better keep it quiet, split your head top
That's a dead op, now let's run around the block
Let's play catch up, lil youngin stick your K up
Aim downwards, shoot his brains up
Shoot his brains up
I'ma sit here like king of the hill
After I pop this pill
Good luck find the body like needle in a hay bale
I don't even need bail
But I post that shit like an email
Cause I'm thee male
I don't need no bitch, can't call St. Titty fix
To a guy, I don't answer his glitzy flicks
I don't know nothin' bout nine, it's an easy fix
One tap with a switch
Hope I ain't holdin' it too long, yo
Body gon' need a fix
Before they throw you in a ditch
Ha ha, mm
Uh, uh
Cam, show me what I'm talkin' about
Look, I know some **** that get on that phone
And start talkin' like bitches
Most of these **** is pussy, they ain't never slide
And they ain't diss it
Soon as you see him in person, ain't runnin
And droppin' ain't fittest
But brody, I get it
And no, I'm not trippin
If I see you in person, I hope that you with it
These **** is bitches, and you one of them
If he diss on Lonati, you slumpin' him
I might go dumb again
Ayo, Brandon, tap that button twin
Soon as you see him in person, don't jumpin' him
We might lawn him
Tell my thottie to get him, go find him
I get paper, I'm really on time
I'm Lil' 50, a bitch, and that's just a reminder
Pussy
Ha ha, I get up on this shit
Cause I'm from the four
Well, no, and I got no go
And I feel this shit, but I got no pole
Still, I stabbed him in his shit
Wait, she still threw it back
Twin, and I still slumped that bitch
Bought a knife to a gun fight
Only came out with one life
Mine
He was a waste of my time
I can't get his blood out of my eyes
Oh my God, he's still alive
His fingers twitchin, shoot him one time
Ha ha ha
Written by: Brandon Redifer, Khamari G Harrison
