You know my shooters on go they go wherever i go
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
The shooters they go where we go
Aiming the tool dead at yuh throat
Run up a check gotta get me some more
Gimme my paper my money Togo
Can never argue over no hoe
We straight From the trenches
We straight off the floor
We laying down like a stake out
Aiming at yo head red dot like a breakout
I'm in my bag like a takeout
Cash in pile get my rake out
Like a template make yuh layout
Try me ima make you lay down
Listen to what i say now
Stomping on yuh wit my J's now
Ima king with out a crown
She On her knees she bowing down
Getting rent we making rounds
A.U.G. Yeah That's my town
Extendo clip ahunnid rounds
Aiming it dead at yuh house
Now you hush just like a mouse
Silent you wont make a sound
In the deep end gon drown
Tryna play me like a clown
Making money by the pound
Me and my niggas don't mess around
Shoot yuh ass where you stay
This a battle ground
You know my shooters on go they go wherever i go
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
What if a bitch suck my dick from behind rob a nigga in the dark
Like he blind money coming up like a straight line grandma had passed
I'm tired of this crying busting my ass but imma keep tryin
Callin you trash like you is Matt Ryan team full of shooters
So call us the bucks ride around town in a big Bentley b truck girl
Text my phone she want me to f*ck beam on a nigga now
He lookin stuck reach for her ass while she suck on my nuts me
And my niggas we wearin straight tucks
You know my shooters on go they go wherever i go
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
You know my shooters on go they go wherever i go
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
Zkai - Wherever (feat. Deeswagg & B.I.G. Perc) Lyrics
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You know my shooters on go they go wherever i go
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
The shooters they go where we go
Aiming the tool dead at yuh throat
Run up a check gotta get me some more
Gimme my paper my money Togo
Can never argue over no hoe
We straight From the trenches
We straight off the floor
We laying down like a stake out
Aiming at yo head red dot like a breakout
I'm in my bag like a takeout
Cash in pile get my rake out
Like a template make yuh layout
Try me ima make you lay down
Listen to what i say now
Stomping on yuh wit my J's now
Ima king with out a crown
She On her knees she bowing down
Getting rent we making rounds
A.U.G. Yeah That's my town
Extendo clip ahunnid rounds
Aiming it dead at yuh house
Now you hush just like a mouse
Silent you wont make a sound
In the deep end gon drown
Tryna play me like a clown
Making money by the pound
Me and my niggas don't mess around
Shoot yuh ass where you stay
This a battle ground
You know my shooters on go they go wherever i go
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
What if a bitch suck my dick from behind rob a nigga in the dark
Like he blind money coming up like a straight line grandma had passed
I'm tired of this crying busting my ass but imma keep tryin
Callin you trash like you is Matt Ryan team full of shooters
So call us the bucks ride around town in a big Bentley b truck girl
Text my phone she want me to f*ck beam on a nigga now
He lookin stuck reach for her ass while she suck on my nuts me
And my niggas we wearin straight tucks
You know my shooters on go they go wherever i go
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
You know my shooters on go they go wherever i go
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
The shooters they go where we go
Aiming the tool dead at yuh throat
Run up a check gotta get me some more
Gimme my paper my money Togo
Can never argue over no hoe
We straight From the trenches
We straight off the floor
We laying down like a stake out
Aiming at yo head red dot like a breakout
I'm in my bag like a takeout
Cash in pile get my rake out
Like a template make yuh layout
Try me ima make you lay down
Listen to what i say now
Stomping on yuh wit my J's now
Ima king with out a crown
She On her knees she bowing down
Getting rent we making rounds
A.U.G. Yeah That's my town
Extendo clip ahunnid rounds
Aiming it dead at yuh house
Now you hush just like a mouse
Silent you wont make a sound
In the deep end gon drown
Tryna play me like a clown
Making money by the pound
Me and my niggas don't mess around
Shoot yuh ass where you stay
This a battle ground
You know my shooters on go they go wherever i go
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
What if a bitch suck my dick from behind rob a nigga in the dark
Like he blind money coming up like a straight line grandma had passed
I'm tired of this crying busting my ass but imma keep tryin
Callin you trash like you is Matt Ryan team full of shooters
So call us the bucks ride around town in a big Bentley b truck girl
Text my phone she want me to f*ck beam on a nigga now
He lookin stuck reach for her ass while she suck on my nuts me
And my niggas we wearin straight tucks
You know my shooters on go they go wherever i go
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
You know my shooters on go they go wherever i go
We do not f*ck with you hoes nigga ran up now his ass froze
That nigga snitching he told we can not f*ck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
Writer: Deondre Hilton, Kalib Young, Zyon Khalifa
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid