BRET HART Lyrics

Forty Cal that bitch stuck to my hip

Gorilla glue on this mfuckin blick

Stepping wrong & i'll get ya wig split

I'm popping off and you better not slip

Running he ducking I verse out the whip

Flocking keep flocking I got a good grip

Aim at his neck don't aim at his rib

Stay on your toes cuz I aim to hit

Forty Cal that bitch stuck to my hip

Gorilla glue on this mfuckin blick

Stepping wrong & i'll get ya wig split

I'm popping off and you better not slip

Running he ducking I verse out the whip

Flocking keep flocking I got a good grip

Aim at his neck don't aim at his rib

Stay on your toes cuz I aim to hit

Came from bottom I came from the dirt

They counted me out they put you in first

You fumbled the bag now ya girl wanna flirt

Fa 50 racks put you up a shirt

She fuck with the kid she fuck wit the spice

She calling me hot cuz I treat her nice

She giving me top I do what she like

Ride thru city we passing the lights

Skrting off we be swerving through lanes

Cut em off cuz that pussy is lame

They be broke they be chasing fame

Light em up now this Ruga in flames

Fuck the opps ima put em in pain

Different blocks we we're never same

Give a fuck what a bitch wanna claim

This Forty Cal go burrapa bang

Broken up now the bitch wanna fight

Don't fight for bitches i'm not Andy or Dwight

Spank his ass and you'll go to the sky

I'm paranoid but i'm never gon die

3x bitch i'm throwing up three

Dissing me and you'll end up deceased

Murk a opp for my bruvah it's free

Just bars rest in power YC

Inna whip with a Glock and a Tec

Spin with both it's a fucking duet

Real life and i'm not saying threats

Let it rip give a fuck if we met

He a bitch he Shih Tzu a pet

I'm 19 but I move like vet

Sharp shooter and they calling me Bret

Inna beamer screaming fuck a Corvette

Forty Cal that bitch stuck to my hip

Gorilla glue on this mfuckin blick

Stepping wrong & i'll get ya wig split

I'm popping off and you better not slip

Running he ducking I verse out the whip

Flocking keep flocking I got a good grip

Aim at his neck don't aim at his rib

Stay on your toes cuz I aim to hit

Forty Cal that bitch stuck to my hip

Gorilla glue on this mfuckin blick

Stepping wrong & i'll get ya wig split

I'm popping off and you better not slip

Running he ducking I verse out the whip

Flocking keep flocking I got a good grip

Aim at his neck don't aim at his rib

Stay on your toes cuz I aim to hit