This what come with it
Shots fired, ears ringin', now the choir singin
Mama on the concrete, heart broken, won't stop screamin
It ain't no bringin' him back, that nigga stopped breathin
Seen his soul leave his body, nigga, when his shots reached him
He ain't one of good girls, youngin', won't even thot eat him
Multiple drive-bys with one pistol, bitch, this a hot heater
He was tryna beat the clock on the court, now he a blockbeater
And you can't have the bitch back, nigga, cause I do not need her
Titties hangin' out the whip, nigga, I ain't talkin' bout cleavage
If it's tough, nigga, it's stuck, that's how we gon' leave it
Spiff get to lettin' off shots, you know we all squeezin
Buddha bear on your ass, bitch, you know we all tweakin
Just keep pushin' the button, you know death was a repercussion
All you heard was the horn goin' and fully left his engine runnin
He was a hot nigga in the streets, but his life is mind-soberin
Nigga, we ain't duckin' nothin', we gettin' money and we lovin' it
Like a bitch fairy, think she off my pocket and she stuffin' me
Let the bitch control everything you do, you's a puppy
Gotta show me what you gon' do, cause all that talkin', I don't trust it
Buddha pass me, baby, he ain't f*ckin' right, I'm gon' bust it
Nigga said he gon' do a ha, and get him outta here
I'm a young saucer, nigga, knock a bitch, it's a product year
RTA with the Dior, this ain't no rock and wear
Niggas like these bitches tryna find out what I rock and wear
She's a thot to my mind, got me on some evil shit
I'm tryna sweep this nigga block, like my OCD kicked in
50 beat this nigga block, like I'm Delahoya, bitch
Remember postin' on that block with that sick Sawyer, Nick
Baby A's name Alicia, yeah, this a singing skit
He was talkin' bout some beef, so I threw him on the pit
Put the bag in my hand, baby, no, I'm not a pimp
Eatin' ass for the cash, that lil' boy, he just a cent
These fully bullets comin' fast, I break him down with this bitch
Put his ass in a bag, I'm tryna smoke him like a zip
Sm4ckz said he got the drop, so we bent the corner quick
And Spiffy bouncin' out with Chop, tryna put him in a ditch
Big Sm4ckz - This What Come Wit it (feat. Buddha Bear L’z & Lavish spiff) Lyrics
Big Sm4ckz - This What Come Wit it (feat. Buddha Bear L’z & Lavish spiff) Lyrics
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This what come with it
Shots fired, ears ringin', now the choir singin
Mama on the concrete, heart broken, won't stop screamin
It ain't no bringin' him back, that nigga stopped breathin
Seen his soul leave his body, nigga, when his shots reached him
He ain't one of good girls, youngin', won't even thot eat him
Multiple drive-bys with one pistol, bitch, this a hot heater
He was tryna beat the clock on the court, now he a blockbeater
And you can't have the bitch back, nigga, cause I do not need her
Titties hangin' out the whip, nigga, I ain't talkin' bout cleavage
If it's tough, nigga, it's stuck, that's how we gon' leave it
Spiff get to lettin' off shots, you know we all squeezin
Buddha bear on your ass, bitch, you know we all tweakin
Just keep pushin' the button, you know death was a repercussion
All you heard was the horn goin' and fully left his engine runnin
He was a hot nigga in the streets, but his life is mind-soberin
Nigga, we ain't duckin' nothin', we gettin' money and we lovin' it
Like a bitch fairy, think she off my pocket and she stuffin' me
Let the bitch control everything you do, you's a puppy
Gotta show me what you gon' do, cause all that talkin', I don't trust it
Buddha pass me, baby, he ain't f*ckin' right, I'm gon' bust it
Nigga said he gon' do a ha, and get him outta here
I'm a young saucer, nigga, knock a bitch, it's a product year
RTA with the Dior, this ain't no rock and wear
Niggas like these bitches tryna find out what I rock and wear
She's a thot to my mind, got me on some evil shit
I'm tryna sweep this nigga block, like my OCD kicked in
50 beat this nigga block, like I'm Delahoya, bitch
Remember postin' on that block with that sick Sawyer, Nick
Baby A's name Alicia, yeah, this a singing skit
He was talkin' bout some beef, so I threw him on the pit
Put the bag in my hand, baby, no, I'm not a pimp
Eatin' ass for the cash, that lil' boy, he just a cent
These fully bullets comin' fast, I break him down with this bitch
Put his ass in a bag, I'm tryna smoke him like a zip
Sm4ckz said he got the drop, so we bent the corner quick
And Spiffy bouncin' out with Chop, tryna put him in a ditch
Shots fired, ears ringin', now the choir singin
Mama on the concrete, heart broken, won't stop screamin
It ain't no bringin' him back, that nigga stopped breathin
Seen his soul leave his body, nigga, when his shots reached him
He ain't one of good girls, youngin', won't even thot eat him
Multiple drive-bys with one pistol, bitch, this a hot heater
He was tryna beat the clock on the court, now he a blockbeater
And you can't have the bitch back, nigga, cause I do not need her
Titties hangin' out the whip, nigga, I ain't talkin' bout cleavage
If it's tough, nigga, it's stuck, that's how we gon' leave it
Spiff get to lettin' off shots, you know we all squeezin
Buddha bear on your ass, bitch, you know we all tweakin
Just keep pushin' the button, you know death was a repercussion
All you heard was the horn goin' and fully left his engine runnin
He was a hot nigga in the streets, but his life is mind-soberin
Nigga, we ain't duckin' nothin', we gettin' money and we lovin' it
Like a bitch fairy, think she off my pocket and she stuffin' me
Let the bitch control everything you do, you's a puppy
Gotta show me what you gon' do, cause all that talkin', I don't trust it
Buddha pass me, baby, he ain't f*ckin' right, I'm gon' bust it
Nigga said he gon' do a ha, and get him outta here
I'm a young saucer, nigga, knock a bitch, it's a product year
RTA with the Dior, this ain't no rock and wear
Niggas like these bitches tryna find out what I rock and wear
She's a thot to my mind, got me on some evil shit
I'm tryna sweep this nigga block, like my OCD kicked in
50 beat this nigga block, like I'm Delahoya, bitch
Remember postin' on that block with that sick Sawyer, Nick
Baby A's name Alicia, yeah, this a singing skit
He was talkin' bout some beef, so I threw him on the pit
Put the bag in my hand, baby, no, I'm not a pimp
Eatin' ass for the cash, that lil' boy, he just a cent
These fully bullets comin' fast, I break him down with this bitch
Put his ass in a bag, I'm tryna smoke him like a zip
Sm4ckz said he got the drop, so we bent the corner quick
And Spiffy bouncin' out with Chop, tryna put him in a ditch
Writer: Shaun Roberson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid