MGM ft. 1Hitch Lyrics

I feel like a Bully way I'm beating pockets up

Ima beat his ass if he ain't got it

Boy thats not enough

He went Hutch he can't afford a chain

That nigga copped some buffs

We caught him outside

Send bullets bigger den a hockey puck

Why the fuck we downtown

Pullin Kawasaki's up

My nigga really wanted stripes

That nigga tryna drop him something

He was talking on the net

Until my niggas popped him up

Unless that shit some fucking music

Only way you dropping something

Fuck twelve them same niggas

Really think they stopping something

Bro put shit away

I think I heard the Coppers coming

I be chilling with a bad bitch

You with a sloppy women

Bitch say she on the rag

Shit you betta top or sumthing

She giving head

Watch for the trigger

Cause you know the Glock be dumping

Plug pulling up bout five

Shit I'm tryna cop me sumthing

These niggas ain't shit

See bro right here he not for none

Why you carrying a stick in whip

You not buss it

Nigga tourist only posting in the trenches

Nigga doing bad cause they ain't posted in a minute

My enemies they prolly closer then my niggas

We don't do no pleas bitch you posed to the sentence