Lil Keel, Xhulooo, sgpwes - Section lyrics
[Lil Keel, Xhulooo, sgpwes - Section lyrics]
Slatt! Blatt!
(We got BT in this bitch, piped up)
Yeah! Bah! Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Come through and shoot at your section
Cut that boy open, c-section
Walk out the house with my weapon
Don't got no bands, how you flexing?
Bitch, I just smoked on some dope
I ain't stressing fucked on your bitch
Got her head on me resting
She wanna stay for the night so she begging
If he talking shit out his mouth
We behead him kick his door like open up
Said you was busy, I don't give a fuck
You can't put up your hand
Took your shit and get snuck
Ain't do Dr miami, that boy tummy tucked
With hollows
He thought he got away but he got followed
Killed your lil' bro
That's a hard pill to swallow
I put seven bullets in his top like Mulatto
All these motherfucking racks
Look like I hit the lotto
Yeah, I'm finna hop on a plane in an hour
He want his bitch but I told him she ours
That nigga talk on the net, he a coward
I need the money, it give me a power
My niggas water, that bitch is a shower
I got a stick and this boy tryna fight
That boy get put in the sky like a kite
I got my mask, I'm a thief in the night
Woah bullets be hitting your chest, yeah
Bullet go right through his head, made a mess
I'm not the one you should test his vest
Call up my shooter, his name is the best
If he talking stupid, get hit in his neck
Walk in the party
I got me a Tec 'cause I'ma just
Come through and shoot at your section
Cut that boy open, c-section
Walk out the house with my weapon
Don't got no bands, how you flexing?
Bitch, I just smoked on some dope
I ain't stressing fucked on your bitch
Got her head on me resting
She wanna stay for the night so she begging
If he talking shit out his mouth
We behead him kick his door like open up
Said you was busy, I don't give a fuck
You can't put up your hand
Took your shit and get snuck
Ain't do Dr miami, that boy tummy tucked
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, blatt!
(We got BT in this bitch, piped up)
Yeah! Bah! Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Come through and shoot at your section
Cut that boy open, c-section
Walk out the house with my weapon
Don't got no bands, how you flexing?
Bitch, I just smoked on some dope
I ain't stressing fucked on your bitch
Got her head on me resting
She wanna stay for the night so she begging
If he talking shit out his mouth
We behead him kick his door like open up
Said you was busy, I don't give a fuck
You can't put up your hand
Took your shit and get snuck
Ain't do Dr miami, that boy tummy tucked
With hollows
He thought he got away but he got followed
Killed your lil' bro
That's a hard pill to swallow
I put seven bullets in his top like Mulatto
All these motherfucking racks
Look like I hit the lotto
Yeah, I'm finna hop on a plane in an hour
He want his bitch but I told him she ours
That nigga talk on the net, he a coward
I need the money, it give me a power
My niggas water, that bitch is a shower
I got a stick and this boy tryna fight
That boy get put in the sky like a kite
I got my mask, I'm a thief in the night
Woah bullets be hitting your chest, yeah
Bullet go right through his head, made a mess
I'm not the one you should test his vest
Call up my shooter, his name is the best
If he talking stupid, get hit in his neck
Walk in the party
I got me a Tec 'cause I'ma just
Come through and shoot at your section
Cut that boy open, c-section
Walk out the house with my weapon
Don't got no bands, how you flexing?
Bitch, I just smoked on some dope
I ain't stressing fucked on your bitch
Got her head on me resting
She wanna stay for the night so she begging
If he talking shit out his mouth
We behead him kick his door like open up
Said you was busy, I don't give a fuck
You can't put up your hand
Took your shit and get snuck
Ain't do Dr miami, that boy tummy tucked
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, blatt!