SpotemGottem - No Bodyguard lyrics
[SpotemGottem - No Bodyguard lyrics]
Woadie, woadie (JayMPR)
Woadie tripping over that motherfucker, dog
I don't know what he on
I don't know what dude on
I hit the car and watch it freeze up (Woah, woah)
I hang around zombies that throw Z's up (Woah, woah)
I can't forget it, gotta mask up (I gotta mask up)
I like her face down with her ass up, pussy (Throw that ass back)
Titties with a big old ass butt (Ha-ha-ha)
She ride me, I'm finna bust
And we could shoot it like an entourage (Entourage)
I be in the city without no bodyguard (Bodyguard)
I be in the city with my fucking rod
Seven days a week (A week)
Who want beef with me? (Don't wanna beef with me)
Knock you out to sleep
Baby Osama, yeah, that's me (That's me, nigga)
Bitch, I'm a gravedigger (Gravedigger)
I done slaid niggas
You might go in the grave with 'em (Grave wit 'em)
Do not play, nigga (Don't play, nigga)
Yeah, he got popped, huh? (What?)
He ain't even tell nobody (Brrt, brrt)
'Til like two weeks later (Two weeks ago), he tried it here, he lying (Ayy, he was lying)
Them niggas outchea tripping, his homeboy steady dying (Let's go)
He tweeting on the net, he talking 'bout, "I know that nigga crying" (Crying)
I get the blicky on him (Ha), this bitch a blick-a-thon (A blick-a-thon)
I run down on a nigga, then get a different gun (I go get a different gun)
I don't give a fuck about 'em, go kill a nigga mom (Kill a nigga mom)
Go get the fucking shotty and hit him with the drum (And hit him with the drum)
Huh, hit the driver (Brrt), stand over his ass (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Leave no survivors, fuck over his ass (Fuck over dude)
Let's go, let's go, knocking down three in a row (Right in a row)
Can't move, I think he paralyzed, he on the floor (That nigga on the floor)
Double back after I empty the clip, I give 'em some more (Go give 'em some)
Stand over him and blow (Brrt)
Stand over him and go (Let's go, let's go)
I'm high as hell, only thing I inhale is smoke (Only niggas that I like to smoke)
And y'all favorite rapper, he really a singer, that nigga a ho (That nigga pussy)
Catch him down bad and swing the door (Swing), aim without no scope
I was raised a shotter (Shotter), Belly all I know (That's all I know)
Go on and eat the dick up, bitch, I know that you a ho (Go on, I know you a ho)
I don't even want no love right now, I want some throat (I just want some throat)
I was always in juvenile, couldn't make bail (I couldn't make bail)
Rockin' out, causing hell
I got crazy when I was twelve (That nigga gone)
You know me, I'm the truth
To the OG's, I salute (To the the OG's, I salute)
Better know not to run up on me, 'cause that lil' nigga, he gon' shoot (On gang)
Ha-ha-ha