MBNel - Alley Oop (feat. Fenix Flexin) lyrics

(We have a killer on the loose)
(Jem made it yamsayin)

I'ma shooter he a poodle
This F and N gon' bust a nigga's noodles
I just took this nigga bitch
Go get your bitch back
I be breaking hoe bitches like they Kit-Kats
I be poppin' percocets just
Like they Tic Tacs
I rock designer head to toe
I like to mismatch
I'ma shoot your buff homie in the six pack
One up top for the opps you know with that
It's me and Nel, we giving hell
We talk to killers, you talk to 12
I would've dropped that bag
But ain't no bail
So free my niggas out that mufuckin' cell
I'm a Sacramento slime with a mac
She ain't bring me what I
Want she getting slapped
You checkin' traps, she selling pussy
Can't really cut like that
You nigga rookies
She want the jewels, I wanted blue
Pop a 30, get in my mood, ayy
Bad bitch, told her
"trap for a real nigga"
She gon' go and bring it
Back for a real nigga
Ayy, all that gang shit, yeah, we with that
We leave a nigga missing with his bitch ass
Ayy, I need commas, I need hundons
Try to play around with me
You got the wrong one
AKs, we got chops, we got big sticks
'Bout to check another nigga off the hitlist
Boom, 40 finna clear the whole room
Doomed, nigga play with me, he need a tomb
Sweep a nigga block
We ain't need to use the broom
I sell that black shit that you
Can smoke up off a spoon

If the bitch ain't suckin' dick then
We kickin' her out the room
Masked up, boy
We break in niggas shit like a raccoon
You ain't never shot nobody
See you flinchin' when you shoot
I got the juice
I'm that nigga in my city bitches choose
I just got me a lil' nickle
We got the stick in it
Them boys stay posting all them guns
But they ain't hit with it
Brodie just got a Glock
It got the switch in it
All you cute flexin' them guns
Y'all just take pics with it
Ayy, you not my dawg, yous a poodle nigga
How many killers you know?
Everybody shooters nigga
Ain't got to flex
These niggas know what we do to niggas
Still ain't popped a pill before we
Drill before I shoot a nigga
All these guns you would've thought
We had bazookas nigga
Choppa automatic
It get to spittin' like some mucus nigga
I'm in the field
Pass me the ball and I'm jukin' niggas
They take you to the net
Like suckas don't know police do to niggas
I spent a thousand for these ripped jeans
All them shots them niggas sent
But they ain't hit me
And brodie smoked what's his name
He in six feet
We seen him at the market and then
We chase him down 6th street