LISTEN! Lyrics

(OH-MY-GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? Yes he did!)

On bro', I did (Slimee-Slimee)

Rrahh (He really did tho'?)

On bro' (Bltttt)

Gang (Bow-bow)

Finatic (Im So Slimee)

Gang (Rrahh)

Gang-gang-gang (Rrahh-rrahh-rrahh)

Peek out the window, i'm closin' his curtains

Creep on his block, yea brodie be lurkin'

Spin on his block, wash em' out like detergent

Bitch, im in my bag, fuck wearin' a birkin

Pull out the bad bitch, shit start twerkin'

Give it the finger, this shit start squirtin'

Bullets done hit him, his body was jerkin

And, bro' let it fye, his body was burnin'

Spark up a wood , now i'm fried like chicken

She hittin' the blunt, i'ma play with her kitten

Said he on guard? Better play his position

Put two-threes on his back like Pippen (Bow-bow)

Probably give him some more, in addition

Break him down, he in poor condition

So many bars, just send me to prison

Niggas don't hear me, so ya'll finna' listen

Back up nigga, we carry them bitches

They probably horny, they kiss on a nigga

Lil mama said, she want a vibe

No license, she wanna ride

Wolf on the gram, turn him to a slide

Bullets start flyin', they makin' him glide

Put him to bed, that nigga was lyin'

I'm pressin' the button, the pressure applied (On bro')

I ain't lettin' shit go, I got hit in the thigh

Pop out the cut, i'ma bake him, pie

Test my gangster? Don't even try

I'll probably bug out, lettin' shit fly

Like an airplane

Pop his top like Champagne

Hop out, fye', I ain't shootin' from mid-range

Hand on the trigger, pull it like a hamstring (On bro')

5iveten, that's my campaign

Slide thru with a semi, probably flip him like a handspring

Hatin' on me? That's a damn shame

Go get some money, you a damn lame

She give me head, that's a migraine

Like we in school, she got the best brain

On bro', niggas be cappin' and shit

Speakin' on me? Suck my dick!

Spark up a problem, shit gettin' lit

Like, probably start throwin' a fit

Bullets stretch em', leave him fit

He collasped, leave him hit

Make a scene, we carry clips

And, this ain't no fuckin' skit

Peek out the window, i'm closin' his curtains

Creep on his block, yea brodie be lurkin'

Spin on his block, wash em' out like detergent

Bitch, im in my bag, fuck wearin' a birkin

Pull out the bad bitch, shit start twerkin'

Give it the finger, this shit start squirtin'

Bullets done hit him, his body was jerkin

And, bro' let it fye, his body was burnin'

Spark up a wood , now i'm fried like chicken

She hittin' the blunt, i'ma play with her kitten

Said he on guard? Better play his position

Put two-threes on his back like Pippen (Bow-bow)

Probably give him some more, in addition

Break him down, he in poor condition

I put the gun his chest like a ribbon

He started some shit, so i'm gettin' him finished

Gang, Bitch (OH-MY-GOD)

Bow-Bow (DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)

Suck My Dick!