Dealership Flashcards
Pistol bullets, they making them hop
Don’t wanna box, bullets making them drop (Every opp shot)
Like, EBK, DOA’s in the spot
If he moving slimey, we wipin’ his snot
{Pop a yellow, I beat up the box}
{She spot a Flock, now she greetin’ the block}
{Ain’t no switchin’, I swear it’s no other}
{Kay Kay Jackie, I’m moving like Tucker}
Baddie she shakin’, no, I cannot love her (Shake that shit)
Fell in love with her, I’m shooting it under
Notti gon’ flock ‘em, he don’t need a number
{Think they buggin’ but we going dumber}
Oh, she givin’ them niggas the drop?
They came to time to line him, we linkin’ or not?
Think we fuckin’ but she gettin’ shot
Bullets is punchin’, they knockin’ her box
I call Gotti for addys and thots
Scottie2Hottie, he clearin’ the spot
We get muddy, we don’t do Ciroc
Shawty she limpin’ of the patty bop
I’m the Flocka promotin’ the violence
Rappin’ and sliding, I don’t do the hidin’
DOA here, let me know if you slidin’
Why you cappin’? Why you lying?
I’ma show off, niggas got me boxin’
That .40 on me, ain’t no time for no boxin’
Gotta be careful ‘cause niggas be watchin’
Get out the hood, you ain’t got a option
Fuck a choice, that’s a must
All my opps broke, they ain’t gettin’ no gust
DOA winnin’, runnin’ it up
Opps mad, ‘cause them niggas ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us, like
DOA in the spot and we stickin’ it up
Every opp gettin’ shot ‘cause we don’t give a fuck
Ready to blitz, where the opps at?