BONNIE N CLYDE

Two twin Glocks, name 'em Bonnie 'n' Clyde

You talk this shit, that's why yo' homie died

But puttin' that aside, y'all in fo' a ride

And you know hoes tongue-tied, 'least they tried, 'least they tried

They tryna hide, oh, my smile so wide, uh

I'd, fuck up and rip out yo' insides, my pride

Got me high and fried, outta my mind

Two twin Glocks, uh, they names Bonnie 'n' Clyde, yuh

 

Bonnie 'n' Clyde, these Glocks wanna shoot

Fuck wit' me and we take yo' loot

Uh, you get the boot, please, ya know our jokes so crude

Put 'em in a loop, all these hoes put on a tie and suit

Thinkin' they lookin' cute, but bitch, I took the route

And they fuck with me, then they fuck with you

They wanna fuck with us, they wan' give attitude

And if they fucking do, you know what to do

Knock out they fucking tooth, and put 'em all in moods

And we come in groups, hoes know we'd snoop

And if you wanna pursue, then go and pursue

'Cause bitch, this is verse 1, then it'll be verse 2

And if you try to walk in, then bitch, you fuckin' screwed

I eat up my food, this bitch act like he mute

Is this bitch deaf? Uh, findin' the absolute

Value, uh, bitch, you know you gotta salute

And if you fuck wit' my gang, then you'll fuck wit' me, too

I was never the typa dude to fuck with me or you

'Cause I was just tryn' do what I wanna do, yeah

She talkin' all this shit, she go poof, yeah

And this is living proof and how the way I move, yeah

Woof, woof, bitch, the way I move got a point to rpove

We jump out the roof, hoes so aloof, like we playin' spoof

Here's my groove; don't be a goof

Like 1, 2, 2, fuck a bitch, she coos

And if you want me, then say, "I'll never lose!"

We got different views, we wear different shoes

I don't got' introduce, 'cause that shit's no excuse

I hang hoes wit' a noose, and hoes just wan' let loose

I been listenin' to blues, while me and my gang, we cruise

We just sippin' all this booze, and we finna light the fuse

Play wit' hoes like Duck Duck Goose, no bad news

Uh, we gotta pick 'n' choose, I got the juice

If you try, just know it's no use

W, I got the double U's, I got you and me, I got some new news

Find the truth, we made a truce, you can't refuse

I'm way too smooth, I was in my youth

Sittin' in the booth, she say, "I suffered abuse"

But I didn't ask, it made me amused

Uh, yeah, I got hoes bruised, I got a boost

I got these wounds from bein' accused

These hoes are doomed, got 'em confused

And I'm so mused, me and you are fused

And what you tryna prove? All these songs I done produced

Fuck with us then you get consumed

I fuck with you, and you go unused

Fuck you, bitch, you know I don't care if you been abused

'Cause you're used, we done cruised, overused

Fuck with me and you might be doomed

Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm entombed, never done resumed

Hoes just assumed, I know I've been groomed

Presumed, hoes know that I zoomed

In wit' a Glock, finna shoot, I done bloomed

Yeah, yeah, your shit was just a ruse, ooh, ooh

 

Two twin Glocks, name 'em Bonnie 'n' Clyde

You talk this shit, that's why yo' homie died

But puttin' that aside, y'all in fo' a ride

And you know hoes tongue-tied, 'least they tried, 'least they tried

They tryna hide, oh, my smile so wide, uh

I'd, fuck up and rip out yo' insides, my pride

Got me high and fried, outta my mind

Two twin Glocks, uh, they names Bonnie 'n' Clyde, yuh

 

You don't know me, please don't act like we was homies

I was up in the sky, like Tony, had to go win my life back, just like Kobe

Baby, open yo' eyes, open 'em slowly

Baby, please don't die, please don't die, don't leave me lonely

Baby, oh, don't cry, please don't cry, hold you closely

Baby, you in my mind, all the time, I feel lowly

Uh, 'cause lowkey, I been tired of the phonies

Choppa' choppa' chop like Kony

Please don't lie to me or you won't be my one or only, yeah

I just eye it closely, I been down bad mostly

Baby, please just hold me, don't push me 'way coldly

I know you fucking told me, hoes missin' the old me

This shit was a oldie, now I'm a new gold me

She say she gon' fold me, I fucked up, I'm a new bold me

Uh, I done rolled weed, hoes tried to roll me

You can't control me, I won't bend to you, you can't mold me

And this shit get moldy, that's a close call, hoes done sold me

But now I go all out on my bitches, we done rolled G's

'Cause if you folding, you know you bolting

Just like Kolton, you think I'm jokin'?

Now you ain't copin', my homies hope is

The reason why we still hopin', copin'

My heart is closing, uh, yeah, I can see them hoes smoking

I was fucking rollin', she ask me where I'm goin'

I told her, "Don't know, bitch" She act like that she know shit

She talk this shit and it's showing

She hate me and I hate her 'cause she got me chokin'

Chokin' on my words, start floatin'

I'm goin' berserk, guns I'm holding, I ain't ever folding

You know I been growing, and you know my Glock be blowing

Do 'em all like Xbox, she just wear a red top

Had to go to my next stop, now she on my dick wit' her head cropped

Headshot, put 'em all in a headlock

Now this shit a deadline, deadlocked

Please don't touch me or you might get cut like some dreadlocks

My room got a red lock, she talkin' this shit, surroundin' a dead cop

Wit' my dead opps, we was wit' the dead Gods

I fucked your family, and I killed a whole damn squad

Now they a whole dead squad, lil' bitch, go ahead, call SWAT

But bitch you know she got a drop-top

And if you want me, you know we got rocks

She done got shot, I was wit' the odd gods

I was wit' the Odd Squad, fuck with us, you'll get knocked

Possibly get shot, don't touch me or you'll see the red dot

Hop in the red van, she said, "You a dead man"

I miss my dead friends, most of my friends say, "You dead yet?"

'Cause I got like no friends, I don't really know friends

I don't really got anything to give ya 'cept a slow dance

And I gave you chances, slittin' my damn wrists

Who said I can't live? My only chance is

To get to dancing, I know I been fuckd up, I been prancin'

She told me, "Please don't do it, it be damning"

I get hoes gassed up, hoes ask me what I'm plannin'

I told 'em, "Don't act up" And we be like Mr. Manning

Now if you back up, and shoot yo' ass up

And maybe stop the cap, bruh, maybe stop the cap, cuh

'Cause hoes edit hoes wit' Capcut

She told me, "That's some bad love"

Told my mama, "I don't wanna catch up, I don't wan' catch up"

Yeah-yeah-yeah

 

Two twin Glocks, name 'em Bonnie 'n' Clyde

You talk this shit, that's why yo' homie died

But puttin' that aside, y'all in fo' a ride

And you know hoes tongue-tied, 'least they tried, 'least they tried

They tryna hide, oh, my smile so wide, uh

I'd, fuck up and rip out yo' insides, my pride

Got me high and fried, outta my mind

Two twin Glocks, uh, they names Bonnie 'n' Clyde, yuh