Tropes, Kacie Free - ModMenu lyrics
[Tropes, Kacie Free - ModMenu lyrics]
Go away, 6houl haha
Fuckin' ass nigga, bro get down, uh
Get down, yeah get drown, bruh
Get down yeah, nah, nah down, yeah
Get down, bruh get down, bruh
Get down now slade, take this!
L-l-l let me talk my shit
And my Glock is ready to rip
Yeah my holding tight got that gorilla grip
Fifty rounds in the clip
Yeah fifty rounds I won't miss
I heard you talkin' on the gang
We pull up and punch you in the lips
We beat him down with bricks, ay
Steppin' down with kicks, ay
Niggas be some pricks, ay
Watch out for my glick, ay
Tell me I don't give a fuck
Tell that boy I'll fuck him up
That boy really think he tough
Yeah I keep my semi tucked
That boy collagen 'cause that boy
Not out of luck
That boy collecting 'cause that boy
They gon' call me over but she
Knows I don't wanna fuck
C-4 strapped to my body 'cause he
Know I'ma blow him up
That boy wanna talk, uh uh
I'ma show him how I walk, uh uh
We stay lickin, ' gettin' robbed, uh uh
Go and hunt you like a mob, uh uh
Goin' hunter round my mine
I can't see out of my eyes
That bitch flashed me now I'm blind
I can't get it out my mind
We gon' beat him down, we gon' wind him up
Collateral, we gon' line him up
Tw-tw-tw-two shots and we buy
Two shots on her face, she fine
Let me talk my shit
We gon' leave his head ripped
Like wow, spill him like he's wine
Bleedin' on the ground, uh
Shakin' like he South Park
Shakin' in his whapsh arc
L-l-l let me talk my shit
And my Glock is ready to rip
Yeah my holding tight got that gorilla grip
Fifty rounds in the clip
Yeah fifty rounds I won't miss
I heard you talkin' on the gang
We pull up and punch you in the lips
We beat him down with bricks, ay
Steppin' down with kicks, ay
Niggas be some pricks, ay
Watch out for my glick, ay
Tell me I don't give a fuck
Tell that boy I'll fuck him up
That boy really think he tough
Yeah I keep my semi tucked
Fuckin' ass nigga, bro get down, uh
Get down, yeah get drown, bruh
Get down yeah, nah, nah down, yeah
Get down, bruh get down, bruh
Get down now slade, take this!
L-l-l let me talk my shit
And my Glock is ready to rip
Yeah my holding tight got that gorilla grip
Fifty rounds in the clip
Yeah fifty rounds I won't miss
I heard you talkin' on the gang
We pull up and punch you in the lips
We beat him down with bricks, ay
Steppin' down with kicks, ay
Niggas be some pricks, ay
Watch out for my glick, ay
Tell me I don't give a fuck
Tell that boy I'll fuck him up
That boy really think he tough
Yeah I keep my semi tucked
That boy collagen 'cause that boy
Not out of luck
That boy collecting 'cause that boy
They gon' call me over but she
Knows I don't wanna fuck
C-4 strapped to my body 'cause he
Know I'ma blow him up
That boy wanna talk, uh uh
I'ma show him how I walk, uh uh
We stay lickin, ' gettin' robbed, uh uh
Go and hunt you like a mob, uh uh
Goin' hunter round my mine
I can't see out of my eyes
That bitch flashed me now I'm blind
I can't get it out my mind
We gon' beat him down, we gon' wind him up
Collateral, we gon' line him up
Tw-tw-tw-two shots and we buy
Two shots on her face, she fine
Let me talk my shit
We gon' leave his head ripped
Like wow, spill him like he's wine
Bleedin' on the ground, uh
Shakin' like he South Park
Shakin' in his whapsh arc
L-l-l let me talk my shit
And my Glock is ready to rip
Yeah my holding tight got that gorilla grip
Fifty rounds in the clip
Yeah fifty rounds I won't miss
I heard you talkin' on the gang
We pull up and punch you in the lips
We beat him down with bricks, ay
Steppin' down with kicks, ay
Niggas be some pricks, ay
Watch out for my glick, ay
Tell me I don't give a fuck
Tell that boy I'll fuck him up
That boy really think he tough
Yeah I keep my semi tucked