B16 Lyrics

Hollow tip dis bitch gone hit like a yeat beel

Wakin' up to a new day but I'm geeked still In the trap while them boys tryin' to get

Sales Send some shit over, they quick like a Gmail

Tryin' to get through it fast, nigga, be still

Got me a Glock with a beam, nigga, be real Sippin' on a drink, tryna ask how the ho feel

Get Popped like a perc, what the fuck is a B-12

Hit em up he'll be goin' by tomorrow I keep makin' these hits like my first name

Was Yahto And makin' these hits like my last name was

Chapo If it ain't about my game, what the fuck

I'ma die fo' Tryin' to pop this lil' shit like a taco

Fuck ya' family too, and yo ass can die slow

Pour me up a deuce , be free til' tomorrow Got plenty Glocks to choose to end yo li

Sorrow That Glock in the back, that bitch came with a switch

If he play', and he lack then his ass gon' be

Missed Kushyiondo came back and he droppin' them

Hits Spent the blocc one more time, tryna get some

bent This Cuban link cold its like water and mint

When it hit, then you die, this shit really like fint

Yeah, we gon' walk it out, so don't think bout a fence

He say it's all dirty, well, keep it a rinse

Ain't droppin' a lil' minute, I'm back in this hoe and

I'm back in fo' business, go get the line niggas' fishy

Gotta run up some M's, nigga, fuck all that wish

I'ma make it, bitch, that's my ambition

I keep makin' this right, nigga, that's my addiction

Fuck all that shit, I'm with it

Hit up Taliban, he gon' get the hittin

Goin' back in with another flow, you know it's K-U-S-H-I-O-O

I'm tryna find me another ho, got too much options and go ahead, put em on the floor

This shit kinda messy, you silly ho

Pull up with a HD but no video

And that bitch, it got a beam, what I'm missing for

Put a nigga on the screen, what I'm inching for

For a nigga to bleed whar he wishin' for

And budy want smoke on the screen, who the fuck is bro

Put a hole up in his hand, he a cheerio

And my twin a real killer, just don't add the cereal

Me and Ben swipin' no swipin, we runnin' it up almost faster than light

They keepin' , but ain't nobody stripin

Nigga, fuck a party, tell him don't invite

I'm tryna go hit her friends

Kushyiondohe back poppin' again

Tell them niggas start droppin' again

Cause I walked in this bitch and I came for the win

301 winning', we toppin' the trend

Fuck all they business and fuck all they friends

Been smokin' for minutes, I'm rollin' again

Poppin' back up, now I'm trollin' again

Nigga, fuck you and whoever be with you

They wipin his nose so go, give him some tissue

I ain't findin' shit funny, like, bitch, what's the issue

And this chopper, hit loud and it blow like a wistle

Fuck around, lose your mouth cause you speak too much

If you run up a P, you better get a Dutch

Put him on a T is we huntin' or what

It's like trick or treat, candy hit his gut

I ain't droppin' a lil' minute, I'm back in this hoe

And I'm back in for business, go get the line niggas fishy

Gotta run up some M's, nigga, fuck all that wishin

I'ma make it, bitch, that's my ambition

I keep makin' this fire, nigga, that's my addiction

Fuck all that shit, yea I'm with it

Hit up taliban, he gon' get to hittin