Donk Lyrics

It's tms right in this bitch

I got the blick I'm shooting shit

He tried to run and he got hit

I told nigga not to slip

But he ain't listen ugh

I'm jus cooking dope up in the kitchen ugh

And I told lil Ty to grab the Gun cuz they keep dissin

He a blunt ugh

And these bullets took em out to lunch

Ian calling him a pack but kno I'm turning him to runtz ugh

Told him make that move

All the capping that he do

Told him chill cuz ion think he wan be the one we shoot

But uh

All these fucking guns up in wheel they think we soldiers dawg

Told him stop the dissing if he don't I swear it's over dawg

You see all these beams yk we shooting past ya shoulder dawg

He said he get low but best believe I'm getting lower dawg

Niggas see the swagg and jot it down I swear they sons to me

We jus Tryna kill em where he at this shit be fun to me

And I'm off the drugs I'm Tryna kill 'em make him rest in peace

Tms ah kill better stop cuz youn want the beef

She got a donk I'm Tryna hit that

And the flow unmatchable but now I gotta switch that

Bitches on my dick I told em dip cuz Ian wit that

And this nigga mad bc she chewed me get ya bitch back

When u see that laser nigga Man U better duck

Brodie got a .30 all the opp niggas fucked

The score off the charts man the opp niggas suck

If a nigga run up on me watch me shoot it up

Cuz niggas get the cappin and the rappin

So we sliding and we clapping

Got my .40 and it's blasting right up at his lip

My niggas we active we ain't lacking

Bet my gun will have u napping

Call my goons and watch it happen right up at ya strip

Ya niggas ain't wit it y'all ain't strapped

I put the .40 to ya Back

And watch ya body go splat right up on the walls

And I spin again I see his friend

I got the .30 let out 10

I up the score yea we gon win watch his body fall

Choppa hit his body man it's obvious he in the sky

Ion wan see him walk on skidoee man he gotta die

He seen all them bullets and got scared this nigga boutta cry

Told the bitch to play crib I'm on the block wit all the guys

And we on the west Totin pistols all these fucking glocks

Niggas call me Michael Jordan every time I touch the rock

Told em get some glasses he ain't see me run up on the block

Told lil bro to whip it til it's stiff you kno he whip a lot

He jus made a diss

Reloading the blick

Now I'm boutta blitz

20 shots jus made em sit

Bang right on ya team dawg

Know I got my ski dawg

Ion even see y'all

Why u coppin plea dawg

U kno niggas getting active

Told lil Zay to grab the ratchet

I hop on the beat and smash it

Shotty made em do a backflip ugh

What you wan do? we jus totin rugas dawg

I jus had to call up Zay and he the top shoota dawg