Pull them records out nigga know that you a snitch
Your whole hood say that you a bitch, nigga
Pull them records out, niggas know I drop hits
That hot boy shit got your bitch on my dick
Pull them records out nigga let the whole world know
You ain't really nothin' but a ho, my nigga
Pull them records out, let that shit state facts
The shit you did way, way back, nigga
I'm a OG smoker, dicky set fitter
I ain't bout no guala, then I can't f*ck with ya
Heard you talkin' brazy, have my boys come get ya
Lil mama gon' f*ck if she sip too much liquor
Word on the street, boy, yo ass been pussy
Playin' shit for keeps, you was still playin' hooky
Seen you off the internet, a whole nother person
You still f*cked up, bout that bitch, you be lurkin
Pull them records out somebody gotta know the truth
Pull them guns out, all my niggas gon' shoot
Seen your boy record he a certified gook
Spent your last on work, then ain't know what to do
Pull them records out nigga know that you a snitch
Your whole hood say that you a bitch, nigga
Pull them records out, niggas know I drop hits
That hot boy shit got your bitch on my dick
Pull them records out nigga let the whole world know
You ain't really nothin' but a ho, my nigga
Pull them records out, let that shit state facts
The shit you did way, way back, nigga
Cooperated with them people, you know what that equal
Double desert eagle, no description of the regal
Black and white be crucial, paperwork can make em shoot you
That's ya mans, he a rat, whack em, ain't no playin' neutral
Bitches playin' victim, till they be the next one
Said she want a thug, till she let the folks arrest em
Kick in the door, waving the 4 4
All you heard was papa , don't hit me no more
Smokin' C.I.s with a C.I., ain't even know it
Probably had a badge on it, ain't even show it
Sloppy on the phone too,
Silent indictment told the whole truth
Damn, that's a cold soup
Pull them records out nigga know that you a snitch
Your whole hood say that you a bitch, nigga
Pull them records out, niggas know I drop hits
That hot boy shit got your bitch on my dick
Pull them records out nigga let the whole world know
You ain't really nothin' but a ho, my nigga
Pull them records out, let that shit state facts
The shit you did way, way back, nigga
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Pull them records out nigga know that you a snitch
Your whole hood say that you a bitch, nigga
Pull them records out, niggas know I drop hits
That hot boy shit got your bitch on my dick
Pull them records out nigga let the whole world know
You ain't really nothin' but a ho, my nigga
Pull them records out, let that shit state facts
The shit you did way, way back, nigga
I'm a OG smoker, dicky set fitter
I ain't bout no guala, then I can't f*ck with ya
Heard you talkin' brazy, have my boys come get ya
Lil mama gon' f*ck if she sip too much liquor
Word on the street, boy, yo ass been pussy
Playin' shit for keeps, you was still playin' hooky
Seen you off the internet, a whole nother person
You still f*cked up, bout that bitch, you be lurkin
Pull them records out somebody gotta know the truth
Pull them guns out, all my niggas gon' shoot
Seen your boy record he a certified gook
Spent your last on work, then ain't know what to do
Pull them records out nigga know that you a snitch
Your whole hood say that you a bitch, nigga
Pull them records out, niggas know I drop hits
That hot boy shit got your bitch on my dick
Pull them records out nigga let the whole world know
You ain't really nothin' but a ho, my nigga
Pull them records out, let that shit state facts
The shit you did way, way back, nigga
Cooperated with them people, you know what that equal
Double desert eagle, no description of the regal
Black and white be crucial, paperwork can make em shoot you
That's ya mans, he a rat, whack em, ain't no playin' neutral
Bitches playin' victim, till they be the next one
Said she want a thug, till she let the folks arrest em
Kick in the door, waving the 4 4
All you heard was papa , don't hit me no more
Smokin' C.I.s with a C.I., ain't even know it
Probably had a badge on it, ain't even show it
Sloppy on the phone too,
Silent indictment told the whole truth
Damn, that's a cold soup
Pull them records out nigga know that you a snitch
Your whole hood say that you a bitch, nigga
Pull them records out, niggas know I drop hits
That hot boy shit got your bitch on my dick
Pull them records out nigga let the whole world know
You ain't really nothin' but a ho, my nigga
Pull them records out, let that shit state facts
The shit you did way, way back, nigga
Your whole hood say that you a bitch, nigga
Pull them records out, niggas know I drop hits
That hot boy shit got your bitch on my dick
Pull them records out nigga let the whole world know
You ain't really nothin' but a ho, my nigga
Pull them records out, let that shit state facts
The shit you did way, way back, nigga
I'm a OG smoker, dicky set fitter
I ain't bout no guala, then I can't f*ck with ya
Heard you talkin' brazy, have my boys come get ya
Lil mama gon' f*ck if she sip too much liquor
Word on the street, boy, yo ass been pussy
Playin' shit for keeps, you was still playin' hooky
Seen you off the internet, a whole nother person
You still f*cked up, bout that bitch, you be lurkin
Pull them records out somebody gotta know the truth
Pull them guns out, all my niggas gon' shoot
Seen your boy record he a certified gook
Spent your last on work, then ain't know what to do
Pull them records out nigga know that you a snitch
Your whole hood say that you a bitch, nigga
Pull them records out, niggas know I drop hits
That hot boy shit got your bitch on my dick
Pull them records out nigga let the whole world know
You ain't really nothin' but a ho, my nigga
Pull them records out, let that shit state facts
The shit you did way, way back, nigga
Cooperated with them people, you know what that equal
Double desert eagle, no description of the regal
Black and white be crucial, paperwork can make em shoot you
That's ya mans, he a rat, whack em, ain't no playin' neutral
Bitches playin' victim, till they be the next one
Said she want a thug, till she let the folks arrest em
Kick in the door, waving the 4 4
All you heard was papa , don't hit me no more
Smokin' C.I.s with a C.I., ain't even know it
Probably had a badge on it, ain't even show it
Sloppy on the phone too,
Silent indictment told the whole truth
Damn, that's a cold soup
Pull them records out nigga know that you a snitch
Your whole hood say that you a bitch, nigga
Pull them records out, niggas know I drop hits
That hot boy shit got your bitch on my dick
Pull them records out nigga let the whole world know
You ain't really nothin' but a ho, my nigga
Pull them records out, let that shit state facts
The shit you did way, way back, nigga
Writer: Daniel Lewis
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Copyright: Lyrics © INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY COLLECTIONS, O/B/O DistroKid