Voice of the Burbs

[Intro]
(Tylian made the beat)
(Y'all I think Tylian made the beat)
(That shit was hard no cap)
(Bad lil' bitch with a-)
(Bad lil' bitch with okay, okay)
(FIGHT!)
Okay

[Chorus: Ray Rodriguez]
Bad lil' bitch with a tommy gun
He'll run if I tell him sumn'
Put the chrome to his face now he talkin to God like he a nun
Too much hair so I put it in a bun
Fuck on yo' bitch while I'm wearing her bonnet
GLOCC tell me sumn' I'm on it
GLOCC tell me sumn' I got it
Get robbed if he flaunt it
Glock 19, .44, hit up yo' block and go door to door
She twerk on my dick in a bungalow
If it ain't BSO, it's a no go
Say you tote them bangers but you run errands for the real gangsters
Man, Jesus these motherfuckers think I'm playin'
Hold on, Let me Finish the song

[Verse: Ray Rodriguez]
Pull out the drum, make him freeze
Like it's tag or sumn'
Bitch I ain't broke, are you dumb, stupid or slow
Hit up ya' bitch
And I'm going raw but I ain't rolling up, I'm pouring up
Mix it with sprite
Taking my last trip for the night
Flex how I want, because I bought it
Give her the dick she don't know what to do with it, make her retarded
Make her retarded, uh
Make her retarded
Four months later, could not give a fuck about a hater
Fuck it I said it
Fuck with my bro, I'll fuck around and dead it
Because remember the four letters
B-L to the I-X
These bullet don't discriminate the, opposite sex
Always been 'bout money and checks
Til I met this bad lil' bitch
In bed, I talk to her in Spanish
Later that became her fetish
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ever since then I've seen her with Mexicans that look real mean
Talking bout mid fade with the slick back
Playing games, that's my knick knack
Playing games like tic tac toe
I can not fuck with that hoe
Gave her my love, didn't get shit back
Smoke her like a Camel pack
I know I'm Toxic, don't ask
But I really do hate that bitch
Maybe it's because that ghetto sass
Or maybe its a-
Hold up
Damn that shit was gas
Okay

[Chorus: Ray Rodriguez]
Bad lil' bitch with a tommy gun
He'll run if I tell him sumn'
Put the chrome to his face now he talkin to God like he a nun
Too much hair so I put it in a bun
Fuck on yo' bitch while I'm wearing her bonnet
GLOCC tell me sumn' I'm on it
GLOCC tell me sumn' I got it
Get robbed if he flaunt it
Glock 19, .44, hit up yo' block and go door to door
She twerk on my dick in a bungalow
If it ain't BSO, it's a no go
Say you tote them bangers but you run errands for the real gangsters
Man, Jesus these motherfuckers think I'm playin'
Hold on, Let me Finish the song