Yvncc, FREDDIE DREDD - BONE lyrics
[Yvncc, FREDDIE DREDD - BONE lyrics]
Bussin' with the chopper
Hit you ’round the loop
I be clappin' off the pot
You know what it do
My lil' cuzzo on the block
Woadie totin’ rock
Double digit's with the Glock
I stuck it hurt, can't stop
Okay, I'm with my Maccy and
I be bussin' that hoe
Mo'fuckers be right there on the
Block, with the mount
And puffin' that dough
And you ain't got 'nough for me, hoe
Then I’ma show you the door
And if a mo’fucker talkin' then, yeah
He gon’ hit the floor
I jus' be servin' chicken bone
I can send your ass home
And if that hoe suckin' dick
Then we gon’ get along
I was playin' with the bitch
For 'bout much too long when yesterday
I'm with ya' on the block
And smokin' the skrong
If you tryna come for me
Mo'fuckers best get gone
I wop a bopper with a chopper
Had that hoe all along
Swallow all this guilt
Bitches want a fucking field
They ate brains with the
Gang, have a seizure, go insane
Sicko in my mind, it's the only way I grind
Steppin' through the dusty pines
'bout to do another crime
Morning dew, on your rockin' body
Fill them holes with my ol' shotty
Made in Canada, fuck you wavin' at me, bruh?
Stoop down to my level, it is steep
Several body floating right down in the creek
You some tainted meat, so expired, I'ma go
Shoot her once more from her head to her toe
There ain't none, any mo'fuckers like me
Deceiving all these fools
I know they can't agree
Smokin' on the roach
You know I gotta keep it goin'
Get so fuckin' hot
I'm 'bout to do some fuckin' mowin' ya bitch
Hit you ’round the loop
I be clappin' off the pot
You know what it do
My lil' cuzzo on the block
Woadie totin’ rock
Double digit's with the Glock
I stuck it hurt, can't stop
Okay, I'm with my Maccy and
I be bussin' that hoe
Mo'fuckers be right there on the
Block, with the mount
And puffin' that dough
And you ain't got 'nough for me, hoe
Then I’ma show you the door
And if a mo’fucker talkin' then, yeah
He gon’ hit the floor
I jus' be servin' chicken bone
I can send your ass home
And if that hoe suckin' dick
Then we gon’ get along
I was playin' with the bitch
For 'bout much too long when yesterday
I'm with ya' on the block
And smokin' the skrong
If you tryna come for me
Mo'fuckers best get gone
I wop a bopper with a chopper
Had that hoe all along
Swallow all this guilt
Bitches want a fucking field
They ate brains with the
Gang, have a seizure, go insane
Sicko in my mind, it's the only way I grind
Steppin' through the dusty pines
'bout to do another crime
Morning dew, on your rockin' body
Fill them holes with my ol' shotty
Made in Canada, fuck you wavin' at me, bruh?
Stoop down to my level, it is steep
Several body floating right down in the creek
You some tainted meat, so expired, I'ma go
Shoot her once more from her head to her toe
There ain't none, any mo'fuckers like me
Deceiving all these fools
I know they can't agree
Smokin' on the roach
You know I gotta keep it goin'
Get so fuckin' hot
I'm 'bout to do some fuckin' mowin' ya bitch