509 BMG - Gonorrhea (feat. Auto*) Lyrics

Boy, you finna get me heated, make me grab the Nina
Momma Mia, Jefe baking shit just like a pizzeria
And when I catch him, I'm gon' clap his ass like gonorrhea
Y'all niggas some f*ckin' turkeys, Hagia Sophia
Nice to meet you, my name BMG, I smoke designer reefer
I been shittin' on them for a minute, I got diarrhea
Don't try to run off with my shit, that's not a bright idea
My niggas gon' roll you up just like a damn tortilla
Bitch, I'm on that hardwood, your bum ass in the bleachers
I got him in front of my heater like he got a fever
The 40 cal came with a dick, this not no Desert Eagle
I'm tryna send a pussy nigga straight to Ebeneezer
And when I drop that dick, she look like she havin' a seizure
They try to search me at the door, nigga, I'm f*ckin leavin
I'm tryna clean a nigga shit up like I'm Stanley Steemer
Them crackas blitz, nigga that shit won't be no misdemeanor
Pop a yop, get out my body, I'm a f*ckin' geeker, nigga
They gon' find your ass stuffed inside of a f*ckin' freezer
.Before you run up, nigga, bust yourself and make it easy
If I go broke, I bet I swing shit like I'm Derek Jeter
I-I-I up fye, now he act confused like he got caught on Cheaters
Mr. Mr. Trap, bitch, f*ck a block, that boy can't move no reefer
Aight, Hey, how you doin, bitch, my name Auto and it's nice to meet ya
Bitch you-bitch you gon' die before you rob, lil' boy, I guarantee it
Came up of jackin, snatchin' shit, bitch, I wasn't sellin' reefer
No-no homo, I'm in love with Franklin, but it's not Aretha
Used to kick a door, kick in my shit, I got some shit to meet ya
Make me-make me mad like hungry hoes, this bitch'll damn near eat ya
God, on IG, sad gon' lose your life, boy, f*ck a favorite eater
P-pussy, he won't crush a bug, talm bout wait till he see me, alright?
I'm gon' beat shit down his leg until he peeing
Cruci-crucify shit, put dot on his eyes, now he on T's, nigga