Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
My boy turbo gonna pull up with a sword huh
I'm just gonna f*ck that bitch when I'm bored
Sippin drank f*ck you thank yeah I'm smokin stank
Gas the tank f*ck the hate yeah I bring the pain
Fly that bitch out she from Columbia
50 on that choppa that shit loaded up
F*cking on that bitch yeah she thick as f*ck
Got the gang servin work bitch I'm coming up
Aye I'm in Neiman Marcus runnin my money up
You in Academy wearin Columbia
Im with my dogs yeah
Yeah they lookin for scraps
Feed em that pedigree
Yeah and then they attack
Trap Tony he got all the custies
They feelin the pack
These bitches they really be musty
They feelin attached
Take his gas he on empty
Then sell it right back
We don't sell out no QT
Boy you tryna get whacked
This glock it really not friendly
But I still tote a strap
I go to the mall with the fye shit yeah and the pack
Im in the Galleria
Doin who knows what
Im with a foreign bitch I think she from Columbia
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
They talk shit with many guns
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
They talk shit with many guns
Cuz nigga pussy better not run
I be gettin f*cked up
I gotta blade that'll make a nigga put his gun up
All I see is niggas talkin shit boy shut the f*ck up
Imma pull up on a nigga bitch to get my dick sucked
Do the dash imma speed to the cash
Oh my god you seem a little mad
I got guap that's all that I pass
Don't be mad boy don't you be sad
Made a nigga main bitch callin me dad
Never been pussy I cannot run back
All of my niggas that really fight matches
Boy you get turned into ashes
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
My boy turbo gonna pull up with a sword huh
I'm just gonna f*ck that bitch when I'm bored
Sippin drank f*ck you thank yeah I'm smokin stank
Gas the tank f*ck the hate yeah I bring the pain
Fly that bitch out she from Columbia
Hammer - Columbia (feat. R.I.P Tony & Datboiturbo) Lyrics
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Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
My boy turbo gonna pull up with a sword huh
I'm just gonna f*ck that bitch when I'm bored
Sippin drank f*ck you thank yeah I'm smokin stank
Gas the tank f*ck the hate yeah I bring the pain
Fly that bitch out she from Columbia
50 on that choppa that shit loaded up
F*cking on that bitch yeah she thick as f*ck
Got the gang servin work bitch I'm coming up
Aye I'm in Neiman Marcus runnin my money up
You in Academy wearin Columbia
Im with my dogs yeah
Yeah they lookin for scraps
Feed em that pedigree
Yeah and then they attack
Trap Tony he got all the custies
They feelin the pack
These bitches they really be musty
They feelin attached
Take his gas he on empty
Then sell it right back
We don't sell out no QT
Boy you tryna get whacked
This glock it really not friendly
But I still tote a strap
I go to the mall with the fye shit yeah and the pack
Im in the Galleria
Doin who knows what
Im with a foreign bitch I think she from Columbia
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
They talk shit with many guns
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
They talk shit with many guns
Cuz nigga pussy better not run
I be gettin f*cked up
I gotta blade that'll make a nigga put his gun up
All I see is niggas talkin shit boy shut the f*ck up
Imma pull up on a nigga bitch to get my dick sucked
Do the dash imma speed to the cash
Oh my god you seem a little mad
I got guap that's all that I pass
Don't be mad boy don't you be sad
Made a nigga main bitch callin me dad
Never been pussy I cannot run back
All of my niggas that really fight matches
Boy you get turned into ashes
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
My boy turbo gonna pull up with a sword huh
I'm just gonna f*ck that bitch when I'm bored
Sippin drank f*ck you thank yeah I'm smokin stank
Gas the tank f*ck the hate yeah I bring the pain
Fly that bitch out she from Columbia
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
My boy turbo gonna pull up with a sword huh
I'm just gonna f*ck that bitch when I'm bored
Sippin drank f*ck you thank yeah I'm smokin stank
Gas the tank f*ck the hate yeah I bring the pain
Fly that bitch out she from Columbia
50 on that choppa that shit loaded up
F*cking on that bitch yeah she thick as f*ck
Got the gang servin work bitch I'm coming up
Aye I'm in Neiman Marcus runnin my money up
You in Academy wearin Columbia
Im with my dogs yeah
Yeah they lookin for scraps
Feed em that pedigree
Yeah and then they attack
Trap Tony he got all the custies
They feelin the pack
These bitches they really be musty
They feelin attached
Take his gas he on empty
Then sell it right back
We don't sell out no QT
Boy you tryna get whacked
This glock it really not friendly
But I still tote a strap
I go to the mall with the fye shit yeah and the pack
Im in the Galleria
Doin who knows what
Im with a foreign bitch I think she from Columbia
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
They talk shit with many guns
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
We don't run niggas run
They talk shit with many guns
Cuz nigga pussy better not run
I be gettin f*cked up
I gotta blade that'll make a nigga put his gun up
All I see is niggas talkin shit boy shut the f*ck up
Imma pull up on a nigga bitch to get my dick sucked
Do the dash imma speed to the cash
Oh my god you seem a little mad
I got guap that's all that I pass
Don't be mad boy don't you be sad
Made a nigga main bitch callin me dad
Never been pussy I cannot run back
All of my niggas that really fight matches
Boy you get turned into ashes
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
Hop in the coupe I just hit the dash
Pull up I shoot Imma hop in a jag
Smokin on boof that money go stack
All of my shooters they fight attack
My boy turbo gonna pull up with a sword huh
I'm just gonna f*ck that bitch when I'm bored
Sippin drank f*ck you thank yeah I'm smokin stank
Gas the tank f*ck the hate yeah I bring the pain
Fly that bitch out she from Columbia
Writer: Tevon Harmening
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid