Fragments! Lyrics

Niggas don't spin like a scratched CD

Bitch you know it's D and D, I up the chop it's r.i.p

Niggas be bitches they don't even know what to say when they brother becoming deceased

Play with DND I up the chop and have you d.i.e

Yea I got a bag, we leave you in fragments

We leave you in frags

Pull a Glock 19 up, out of my pocket, I think that he lagged,

we hit his brother home I think that he mad

He talk on the net now I bet he regret

Now his toe got a tag,

I don't got no school books stuffed in my bag, just this Kiltek and ski mask,

Throw a pass to my bro, and her friend got a flag,

I got double Gens on double Glocks with double Mags

I got a brand new Benz with double swag and double cash,

You see this swag, yea it's limited,

I got a Choppa I aim at yo ligament,

Bitch on my body, she wanting my tipison

My shooter will kill you, this not a predicament, I got your bitch and I'm finna put dick in it We keeping guns like we ran off on militants, I keep the gang we got a lot of participants I put a switch on this Glock like experiment,

Yea I got a bag, we leave you in fragments

We leave you in frags

Pull a Glock 19 up, out of my pocket, I think that he lagged,

we hit his brother home I think that he mad

He talk on the net now I bet he regret

Now his toe got a tag