Shxdow, DrllxMtchll - G17 lyrics
[Shxdow, DrllxMtchll - G17 lyrics]
He's talking alot we should bill him up
I'll slap him up and his affiliate
On me, that's ridiculous
Hit him up, nigga from young we mischievous
Only real niggas aloud in the bando
Whip it up
Serve it up quick like it's Pizza Hut
Leaking, better clean it up
Tell them niggas don't lack
Keep the beater tucked
Angelo arms blood don’t make me swing it
Man get round, get down or ching it
Your not demons give you wings
Cah you wing it
Bro ring it, see that whip there sting it
Wherever I am broski gotta bring it
About you can’t now grab the
Dings and ding it
Your on I? Close one eye and I fling it
Say less, might taste death when I ping it
Blood drop lo’s lord knows I’ll risk it
Got this heat with teet I’ll crisp him
Bro dished him, fished him and he shished him
Thought it was games till
The mandem glitched him your a video vixen
Jumped in vids and forgot your a victim
Charge on who it’s like Majin Buu
The way your bredrin nearly got
Turnt to a biscuit
Biscuit he nearly got turned to a biscuit
From this big yeah we done been some misfit's
Youngen grip this show you bout business
I really dip pricks I don’t act like Idris
Grips it, grips it, what am I gripsing
You don’t wanna feel this one mans gripsing
Only lipsing if she pretty like Nicki
Nails on fleek and she cakey like Kipling
He's talking alot we should bill him up
I'll slap him up and his affiliate
On me, that's ridiculous
Hit him up, nigga from young we mischievous
Only real niggas aloud in the bando
Whip it up
Serve it up quick like it's Pizza Hut
Leaking, better clean it up
Tell them niggas don't lack
Keep the beater tucked
Big pimping, it’s your boo mans linking
What’s that, got that, already chop that
Rock that, twerk bruck your back and pop that
Hot cat, baby get low and drop that
Hold down the wap for me babes and lock that
Don’t lose that you could turn to a opp pack
Sword down my trousers but
You can’t spot that
No fool akh pull that and your gob smacked
No fool Akh pull that and your breezing
Run forest run got your lungs all wheezing
Act up, don’t act up or I’m squeezing
Catch up, if I catch up ima bleed him
Mad cunt, doing Shang Tsung soul stealing
Shank in flesh bringing back old feelings
No thieving, I don’t do gold peeling
School of the djinns and I enroll demons
Yo I ain’t no fake mobster
If I go pen do your face like lobster
Don’t talk tough when my broski rocked ya
Done dropped ya, came home and he mocked ya
If I was there, surgeon doctor
Is what you would need cus
My big chette chopped ya
If I shoot you on Wednesday
Slide round next day playing who shot ya
He's talking alot we should bill him up
I'll slap him up and his affiliate
On me, that's ridiculous
Hit him up, nigga from young we mischievous
Only real niggas aloud in the bando
Whip it up
Serve it up quick like it's Pizza Hut
Leaking, better clean it up
Tell them niggas don't lack
Keep the beater tucked
I'll slap him up and his affiliate
On me, that's ridiculous
Hit him up, nigga from young we mischievous
Only real niggas aloud in the bando
Whip it up
Serve it up quick like it's Pizza Hut
Leaking, better clean it up
Tell them niggas don't lack
Keep the beater tucked
Angelo arms blood don’t make me swing it
Man get round, get down or ching it
Your not demons give you wings
Cah you wing it
Bro ring it, see that whip there sting it
Wherever I am broski gotta bring it
About you can’t now grab the
Dings and ding it
Your on I? Close one eye and I fling it
Say less, might taste death when I ping it
Blood drop lo’s lord knows I’ll risk it
Got this heat with teet I’ll crisp him
Bro dished him, fished him and he shished him
Thought it was games till
The mandem glitched him your a video vixen
Jumped in vids and forgot your a victim
Charge on who it’s like Majin Buu
The way your bredrin nearly got
Turnt to a biscuit
Biscuit he nearly got turned to a biscuit
From this big yeah we done been some misfit's
Youngen grip this show you bout business
I really dip pricks I don’t act like Idris
Grips it, grips it, what am I gripsing
You don’t wanna feel this one mans gripsing
Only lipsing if she pretty like Nicki
Nails on fleek and she cakey like Kipling
He's talking alot we should bill him up
I'll slap him up and his affiliate
On me, that's ridiculous
Hit him up, nigga from young we mischievous
Only real niggas aloud in the bando
Whip it up
Serve it up quick like it's Pizza Hut
Leaking, better clean it up
Tell them niggas don't lack
Keep the beater tucked
Big pimping, it’s your boo mans linking
What’s that, got that, already chop that
Rock that, twerk bruck your back and pop that
Hot cat, baby get low and drop that
Hold down the wap for me babes and lock that
Don’t lose that you could turn to a opp pack
Sword down my trousers but
You can’t spot that
No fool akh pull that and your gob smacked
No fool Akh pull that and your breezing
Run forest run got your lungs all wheezing
Act up, don’t act up or I’m squeezing
Catch up, if I catch up ima bleed him
Mad cunt, doing Shang Tsung soul stealing
Shank in flesh bringing back old feelings
No thieving, I don’t do gold peeling
School of the djinns and I enroll demons
Yo I ain’t no fake mobster
If I go pen do your face like lobster
Don’t talk tough when my broski rocked ya
Done dropped ya, came home and he mocked ya
If I was there, surgeon doctor
Is what you would need cus
My big chette chopped ya
If I shoot you on Wednesday
Slide round next day playing who shot ya
He's talking alot we should bill him up
I'll slap him up and his affiliate
On me, that's ridiculous
Hit him up, nigga from young we mischievous
Only real niggas aloud in the bando
Whip it up
Serve it up quick like it's Pizza Hut
Leaking, better clean it up
Tell them niggas don't lack
Keep the beater tucked