$uicideboy$

Bossier City Kidnap Victims

Lyrics

You did good, $lick
It's a Smash!
Players-Players-Players never doubt

Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though
G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

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Blanco always smoking doja, 7th Ward soulja
Always in the cut, with my hood up, I'm a cobra
Choppa city born and fuckin' raised, I thought I told ya
Offered shawty coke, but she thought I meant Cola
P-P-P-Pull up on ya block, lookin' like I got a weapon
All my dogs in fucking heaven like I'm Jesus in the 7th
I know fuckboys got a problem, I'ma end their whole bloodline
Make sure that his last name stay a last name, yeah he done
I'm bout pull up on this lil' ho and make her tongue tied
Now she cryin', tellin' me all about how her son died
Le-le-left a grease stain, his mama gave me good head though
Ruthless motherfucker, Blanco always making heads roll
Tombstone blank, two-two-two tone tank
Now his bitch asking me for a newborn baby
Mixing Wock with titty milk, ain't no new bones breakin'
Got another bitch pregnant and now them two hoes datin'

Duckin' off that fent'
But Young Wetto always stand up
Smoke it 'til the last puff
Sleepin' with the handgun, 12 I had to man up
Grey the propaganda, Slicky the commander
Unleashing that terror make your area Uganda, damn, son
How-how I whip that dope and get them motherfucking grams up? (North)
Pimping on a ho too easy, all I do is glance up (Side)
All these motherfuckers pussy, boy, I'm from the land of (North)
Press it right between my eyes, now pull it, boy, don't clam up (Side)
Bought a crib in Florida just to get my fucking tan up (North)
How it feel to date a bitch you know that love to stan us? (Side)
Chopper city love them choppers, 'cause they never jam up (North)
I put angels in my outfield
Call me Tony Wetto Danza, damn, son (Side)
Every time I spit, I feel like Jordan when he slam dunk
Wetto I go harder on them bars than when my dad drunk
Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
Come and get your bell rung