CJ Goon, Sha EK - Pound Cake lyrics
[CJ Goon, Sha EK - Pound Cake lyrics]
Grrah-grrah, boom maari
Grrah-grrah, boom
Word to my mother, these niggas is pussy
Word to my mother, these niggas is pussy
How you every O-, nigga who did you-
Bap, you a- and you like 5-
Back out the-, back out the- and I’m ready to
(WarsToNasty)
Word to my mother, these niggas- (Gang, ga)
Word to my mother, these niggas is pussy
How you every O shot, nigga
Who did you shoot?
Bap, you a bitch and you like 5'2
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to-
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to oot
OY-OGz wit' me, spinning through
Bullets they hit him, knock him out his shoes
Tired of the talking, what is we gon' do
Tired of the talking, what is we gon', look
I'm a different nigga when I'm creepin'
Hop out, I'ma shoot for no reason
Brodie, he call me, hе said that he need it
I told him "I got him", I'm squeezing
Free Squeeze man, you know he a dеmon
So you know what I'm on
Talking on bro and the glizzy is drawn
Keep dissin' my niggas, like we don't perform
Know we gon' hop out, ain't no talking
Mask on, we gon' scorch 'em
Fuck is a DThang? We gon' off him
Then Drilly bop on his coffin
Know we gon' hop out, ain't no talking
Mask on, we gon' scorch 'em
Fuck is a DThang? We gon' off him
Then Drilly bop on his coffin
How you every O shot, nigga
Who did you shoot?
Bap, you a bitch and you like 5'2
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to-
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to oot
OY-OGz wit' me, spinning through
Bullets they hit him, knock him out his shoes
Tired of the talking, what is we gon' do
Tired of the talking, what is we gon', look
If I don't got the gun, got the pokey
If they jacking the Flockas
I'ma knock them out
OY-OG posted at your house (Facts)
Most these niggas rappin'
I done give them clout
I don't even got to talk no more, like
These niggas is dead butt
Word to my dead, nigga
Every Flocka shot, YG or not
Bitch, my B-Day just passed, bitch, I'm 18
And you know that I'm toting on 18
And I heard that C locked, but I pop a pill
And I go spinnin' through 18
And you know that I'm looking for Scotty
I'm tryna catch me a body
We always smokin' on Lotti
Hope a nigga try- (Grrt, baow)
How you every O shot, nigga
Who did you shoot? (yeah)
Bap, you a bitch and you like 5'2 (Uh, huh)
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to-
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to oot
(Gang, gang, gang)
OY-OGz wit' me, spinning through
Bullets they hit him
(Don't run) , knock him out his shoes
Tired of the talking, what is we gon' do
Word to my mother, these niggas is pussy
Tired of the talking, what is we gon', look
(Boom, boom, boom)
Grrah-grrah, boom
Word to my mother, these niggas is pussy
Word to my mother, these niggas is pussy
How you every O-, nigga who did you-
Bap, you a- and you like 5-
Back out the-, back out the- and I’m ready to
(WarsToNasty)
Word to my mother, these niggas- (Gang, ga)
Word to my mother, these niggas is pussy
How you every O shot, nigga
Who did you shoot?
Bap, you a bitch and you like 5'2
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to-
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to oot
OY-OGz wit' me, spinning through
Bullets they hit him, knock him out his shoes
Tired of the talking, what is we gon' do
Tired of the talking, what is we gon', look
I'm a different nigga when I'm creepin'
Hop out, I'ma shoot for no reason
Brodie, he call me, hе said that he need it
I told him "I got him", I'm squeezing
Free Squeeze man, you know he a dеmon
So you know what I'm on
Talking on bro and the glizzy is drawn
Keep dissin' my niggas, like we don't perform
Know we gon' hop out, ain't no talking
Mask on, we gon' scorch 'em
Fuck is a DThang? We gon' off him
Then Drilly bop on his coffin
Know we gon' hop out, ain't no talking
Mask on, we gon' scorch 'em
Fuck is a DThang? We gon' off him
Then Drilly bop on his coffin
How you every O shot, nigga
Who did you shoot?
Bap, you a bitch and you like 5'2
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to-
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to oot
OY-OGz wit' me, spinning through
Bullets they hit him, knock him out his shoes
Tired of the talking, what is we gon' do
Tired of the talking, what is we gon', look
If I don't got the gun, got the pokey
If they jacking the Flockas
I'ma knock them out
OY-OG posted at your house (Facts)
Most these niggas rappin'
I done give them clout
I don't even got to talk no more, like
These niggas is dead butt
Word to my dead, nigga
Every Flocka shot, YG or not
Bitch, my B-Day just passed, bitch, I'm 18
And you know that I'm toting on 18
And I heard that C locked, but I pop a pill
And I go spinnin' through 18
And you know that I'm looking for Scotty
I'm tryna catch me a body
We always smokin' on Lotti
Hope a nigga try- (Grrt, baow)
How you every O shot, nigga
Who did you shoot? (yeah)
Bap, you a bitch and you like 5'2 (Uh, huh)
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to-
Back out the knocks and I'm ready to oot
(Gang, gang, gang)
OY-OGz wit' me, spinning through
Bullets they hit him
(Don't run) , knock him out his shoes
Tired of the talking, what is we gon' do
Word to my mother, these niggas is pussy
Tired of the talking, what is we gon', look
(Boom, boom, boom)