Guitarz

Verse 1]
You know game got no way ruin my fucking way
Pull up and hang out the car
Double s o
Pull up and hang out the car
Hallows might beat up his squad
Get popped like yo ex on them bombs
You get smoked even if you got hard

[Hook]
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top

[Verse 2]
Before with the drama like a rock game
How yo ass sinking the Glock sink
You smell what I’m cooking like murder
I’m a Christian so shoot for my [?]

[Hook]
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top

[Verse 3]
One piece one beef what you trying to work
I text one [?] if you trying to work
If you really want beef and you try to purp
Send yo ass to the sky like a firework
Only smoking no guess I’m retired sir
My forty go round like a top
I’m tired of my ganging stars
Just love being sweet with the star
Need a blood get these street for the bombs
Hit him once he gonna sleep with the socks
Throw like that when I keep them [?]
I can’t go on in the summer
I don’t fuck with the white no Madonna
My bitch want a Ru Paul Like Rihanna
Never flashy with Diesel and Prada
I put up my game like a sponsor
Pull up and hang on the car
Hold up do I see your arm
Don’t gotta tell bro he know how it go
Whip out and amen it’s top let it go
Forty drop like Ed Hardy
Smoke like a rockstar where’s molly
Pills to pop like it mollys
Big forty shorty no shortys
Pull up and hang on the car
All of my beef with squad
Got popped like yo ass a broad
You get smoked even if you got heart

[Hook]
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top

[Verse 4]
Flipped over the drum like a rock band
Now your ass sinking in Glock sand
You smell what I’m cooking like [?]
I’m in prison so shoot for my [?]

[Hook]
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top

[Verse 5]
I might buy my shortys a forty
I’m a bagina and nina
I’m a [?] and ex tee to fuck up your block like a singer
I don’t trust want these n* scorching
Crush the pussy and leave if she boring
She call up my phone I’m ignoring
If I pick up I might crush the floor then
[?] stay for a chart like I’m touring
These n* hide by the shit they recording
If they pop up trying to punk just ignore them
Tell why you n* go get em and score
Proud what you do in your life
Two dicks in my box it’s dirty [?]
When I’m shooting I feel like Steph Curry and prob [?]
N* talking to cops I just bacon grease
We pull up on the ops we ain’t making trees
Like a Eddy just get a steak and cheese with a forty to his face
Tell him to take the leave if you hot then I want you away from me
Stitches be bitches who couldn’t [?] with me
Prolly get braces so they [?] with me
My [?] could rock in your block like a cdc
Pull up and hang on the car
All of my beef with squad
Got popped like yo ass a broad
You get smoked even if you got heart

[Hook]
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top

Now your ass sinking in Glock sand
You smell what I’m cooking like [?]
I’m in prison so shoot for my [?]

[Hook]
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top
This forty go round like a top