George Kittle ft. Tsk Boogie Lyrics

I'm the type to pop out with the ARP and treat it like a pistol

Let off so many shots, the neighbors thought they heard a fuckin' missile

Say she like a Hooper, I play ball, glock nuts, they love to dribble

Nigga, diss my brother, must be dumb somethin' wrong up with his mental

Won't do no back and forth up on the net, we just gon' tap your temple

Say she like my smile, I got them braces, had to fix my dental

Got my switch inside the car, I'm drivin' safely, this a rental

We the type to leave you D.O.A., ain't no chance to make the spital

This chopper long as hell, I nicknamed it George Kittle

Pop out with my glizzy, tryna hit him in his dome

Dissin' on the net, probably ain't gon' make it home

Think I'ma turn sped, cause I keep clutchin' on my chrome

Watch how you step, you'll get sent to heaven

If you ain't ready, better get a weapon

Don't act like you dumb, niggas know what I'm reppin'

Gen 5 the Glock, I don't pop out with Wesson

Back in the day, I would post on the Westside

Now I'm out East, tryna wipe out a section

A hundred shots in the car, when we ride

Reach for the frrrt I'll teach you a lesson

You fuckin' up, if you sleep on a nigga

Gang hop out the truck, tryna creep on a nigga

Little as fuck, but I'll beat me a nigga

Don't get it fucked up, I'll put heat on a nigga

I like a Glock with a switch on the back

I don't give no fucks, I'ma pick you a nigga

She so bold, she wanna eat on a nigga

I let her eat dick for the dinner

I got my pole, everywhere that I walk

She wanna fuck, she likin' my song

Let a nigga play, get hit with a 40

She seeing my glizzy, it's turning her on

Fuck all that talkin', man, I'm tryna bone

Free all the bros, till they make it home

He not sliding, he just slide in a song

Don't be hidin' where you at, let me know