作曲:Fredo Bang
作词:Fredo Bang
This that ** that got the block scared
This the reason why your pops dead
I might pull up in a drop-head
Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red
Uh, yeah, **, I'm a dawg, call me Blues Clues
Put it to his head, call it BlueTooth
He say that he a killer, **, me too
** homicide, we don't leave clues
I might go and put a fifty on a ** **
I'm on the phone with Boulevard, free a real **
Bought a Glock fresh out the store, it hold a lucky seven
I got **s crashin' out to kill you, 9/11
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some **s tuck they tail and go to copping out
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some **s tuck they tail and go to copping out
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
(What you gon' do yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
My partner clutching on a nine but I like mine bigger
Pull his chopper, not the chain, but call 'em baby tiggers
He got a bag on his head, that's like five figures
When it's beef, nobody safe, even rich **s
They like to internet beef, please don't bring it my way
**s sweet as **, I call 'em sprinkles on a cupcake
I'm a shooter getting money, shout out to Lil Donway
I went to church but still'll take your soul on a Sunday
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some **s tuck they tail and go to copping out
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some **s tuck they tail and go to copping out
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
(What you gon' do yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
This that ** that got the block scared
This the reason why your pops dead
I might pull up in a drop-head
Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red, uh, yeah, yeah
翻译贡献者:小歪