123 ft. OfficialJay Lyrics

Dante, you snapped on this one

The bottom line is for sure

So you're going to have to let me know when you're doing it

Oh yeah

Captain save a ho

My niggas burn shit just like

Move in silence like a ghost

Walk shit down coast to coast

Send out blitz im just the coach

My niggas step don't get to close

Niggas die jus from a post

He in the water hope he float

He in the water hope he drown

Yo bitch she bad i take her down

Stayed with granny flipping pounds

He scream for help while on the ground

Glock with dicks won't make a sound

He say he high we bring em down

Not no cake im pushin pounds

If you ain't seven four get the fuck from round

Rule number one

If you pop, make sure that you're hit

Rule number two

Don't be out here lying on your fucking dick

Rule number three

Don't leave the house without your fucking stick

But we walk shit down like feet

I told your bitch, come on, let's eat

Come on, bitch, just suck the meat

I'm at your doe just like the reef

Outside nigga trick or treat

Walk a opp just like the beat

Living with her fucking granny

So I know this bitch a freak

Come on, shawty, fuck the team

I love my bitches really mean

All my niggas fucking green

I pop a perk, I take a bean

Putting paper up in my pocket

Pussy, that's my only need

I give my opps, fucking props

When I chase him they never scream

Mixing Sprite just with the lean

I'm just out here chasing dreams

But you know that's how it go

Drop a diss, I throw a four

Know I'm posting with yo ho

Bruh, bitch, I'm mr kick your door

I told her, bro, to do some work

When she so pulled me up, come on

I drop a five, then crack a four

That nigga think he's fucking with me

Man, this ass bitch sniffing coke

Yeah

But up with the fye and this bitch get to clapping

Head real sloppy I need me a napkin

Got the ARP in the back, ain't lacking

Yeah, so you know that I'm clutching

I ain't talking about oregon but the opps got to ducking

I

Get that bag in the way, and then get this shit off

I'm having this shit finna go by, vault

Keep sipping the act, I don't care about the cost

I see me a pint, I'ma get it

The plug, keep calling, bro

Give me a minute

Just call me in half, so you know that we winning

Off on the score, so who really spinnin

About my green, just like some spinach

I'm in her mouth, just like a dentist

Clean their block, just like the dishes

I'm with the sharks, you with the fishes

He in that water, we fishing

Fuck the bitch up in the kitchen

Yeah, that's really how I'm livin

Don't know why niggas be tripping

But those shots, you know I sent em

Spinnin the gang up out the bentley

Trapping boes, I'm off the finley

I turn her up, just like I'm Timmy

Let me know who's fucking with me

Cause I'm not gon' try and kill me

Bring your all, nigga

We in that field, just like ball pitchers

Stuff that boy up in the Swishers

Cause you know li kell gon get em