Crafty Barnardo - Bullets Hot Like the Nightclub Lyrics

Yeah, Ok
Yeah, Yeah
Alright, Yeah
Yeah, OK
You're literally like, Way too f*cking loud
New bitch, No date
F*ck her 'til her back ache
You a pussy, No smoke
Pull up at yo crib today
You get smacked in yo face
Mama raised a disgrace
Pussy boy don't play games
Or you gon' feel my reign
New bitch, No date
F*ck her 'til her back ache
You a pussy, No smoke
Pull up at yo crib today
You get smacked in yo face
Mama raised a disgrace
Pussy boy don't play games
Or you gon' feel my reign
I drive wit miss Daisy
That glock feeling sprayey
I'm all on yo block wit the heat, I'm wit Hades
I don't have no babies, I f*cked my dream lady
That bih wanna leave me, I told her ok bae
Like bitch I don't play games, That bitch miss my aye aye
Pause for a second, Hol' up buffer replay
Made her finish fast, Like a motherf*cking speed race
I don't do the dash, Hope the f*cking cops kill me
I don't like cuffs, That is not foreplay
If she pregnant, She will abort it
Hand feed her plan b, What is she snorting
Cop a flight, and then I'm going to Florida
I am not running, But Ima still cross the border
Where is my clout, I'm screaming that before the mugshot
She is exotic, I'm not surprised that she drop top
Thought I'd never leave, she surprised when I close shop
F*ck her 'til her back, Yeah
No smoke, Pull up at yo crib
You get slapped in yo, Huh I'm innocent
Yeah ok, Yeah yeah
New bitch, No date
F*ck her 'til her back ache
You a pussy, No smoke
Pull up at yo crib today
You get smacked in yo face
Mama raised a disgrace
Pussy boy don't play games
Or you gon' feel my reign