Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
I got a laptop in my back pocket
In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die
The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i
If you can't look up at yourself
Came out of no where you can call that stealth.
I'm everything that they call nice
I got two bitches my life,
Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit
I got a laptop in my back pocket
I got my drink, i got my music
That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit
Cause i got my fucking glock,
Uh, you gotta get in line, hop
The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >