MENTIONS! ft. TH3 KXD Lyrics

Ayy bitch fuck yo mentions

I got a glock with extensions

Ima take out my metal

And knock his teeth out need dentures

And I said spin

I thought muhfucka yo friend

We letting bullets, on bullets, on bullets

Right into his head

And now we dissing his ass

What he gon do 6 feet down under

He down, down inside purgatory

Someone go call his mother

We need numbers on numbers

But fuck a label that's facts

We counting guap up in the limousine

We leave his body flat

Ayy bitch fuck yo mentions

I got a glock with extensions

Ima take out my metal

And knock his teeth out need dentures

And I said spin

I thought muhfucka yo friend

We letting bullets, on bullets, on bullets

Right into his head

And now we dissing his ass

What he gon do 6 feet down under

He down, down inside purgatory

Someone go call his mother

We need numbers on numbers

But fuck a label that's facts

We counting guap up in the limousine

We leave his body flat

Ayy bitch fuck yo mentions

We moving move new directions

You only want this attention

But getting guap my intention

Ima pull up on a opp

Lil boy you know im connected

I'll pop up like I was selected

Doof doof lead through the infrared

Somoene call his fam cause that boy gon end up dead

Shit I could be one to do it but I'm busy getting-

From a bad bitch she hispanic

She bouncin ass know she has it

I got the gas she know I'll pass it

Getting numbers on numbers

Just know the gang is going up

No next up, we up now, we flexed up

From the feet to the head uhh

Come and check us

Real detector come and test on my necklace

Got these diamonds they drippy

I miss the rage like I'm Trippie

Still smoking loud shit im dizzy

Notorius like I'm biggie

I might pull up to your city

Throw a show and get litty

Leave with a quick 50

Making money a blessing

Ayy bitch fuck yo mentions

I got a glock with extensions

Ima take out my metal

And knock his teeth out need dentures

And I said spin

I thought muhfucka yo friend

We letting bullets, on bullets, on bullets

Right into his head

And now we dissing his ass

What he gon do 6 feet down under

He down, down inside purgatory

Someone go call his mother

We need numbers on numbers

But fuck a label that's facts

We counting guap up in the limousine

We leave his body flat