Huuuhh! Ayyyee!
Big semi automatic leave a poke like a viper
Choppa on Teen Titan when it tote that my sniper
Put the fire to a n***a head, no Ghost Rider
It's the motherf*cking BagaSaga
(Aye)
Say he got Gucci slippers so I jacked em
Coz my choppa take it when it spray it finna pack em
That mean no matter where you at we always catch you lacking
Ima hop out of the car like Grim Reaper, Soul Snatcher
Call a n***a McDonald coz I keep two Big Macs
Got a big shotgun bitch it just gon one tap em
Man these pussy n****s funny to me, they dummies to me
My big choppa running from thee, it's gunning with heat
I'm rad it's me Key, just jig this brand new Patek Phillipe
A mouse with the cheese, A pussy n***a run with the heat, A house to the keys
I pull a semi automatic with heat then smoke that pussy boy like some trees
I'm talking bout me, she bending over all on the d, then suck on the d
I'm talking bout it A over E I'm rapping with ease
I'm talking bout it I am a G no need for the P, I got a choppa on me and she a G
(Huh)
All my shooters fronting running round with them big straps (Ay)
Place your order do you want some fries we got Big Macs (Huh)
Choppa on me yeah that's the ratchet it go click clack (Brr!)
Every where I go I stay fresh like a tic tac (Ay)
Yeah my neck is cold coz it covered in some ice yeah (ooh)
Can't come through the front so we ran in through the side yeah
When the choppa toting I don't look through the sight yeah (No)
Bust down on my wrist and you know that it's gone bite yeah (Bite!)
Taking pictures with out my permission I don't like that (That)
Try reaching for my chain I'ma knock you so don't try that (Don't)
It cost a lot but I'll make it back ima buy that (Cash)
Glecko on the track so you know we finna ride that (Skrrt!)
Try to diss me and you know that ima clap back (Clap)
Run up on a hater you cannot get your shit back (Nope)
Everything I'm wearing cost some racks you can't get that (You Can't)
Only rock designer but you know it's always mismatched (Mismatched)
All my shooters fronting running round with them big straps (Pow)
Place your order do you want some fries we got Big Macs
Choppa on me yeah that's the ratchet it go click clack (Brrt!)
Every where I go I stay fresh like a tic tac (Fresh, Ayye!)
ZVC - Zvcfrost (feat. Kidd Frost) Lyrics
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Huuuhh! Ayyyee!
Big semi automatic leave a poke like a viper
Choppa on Teen Titan when it tote that my sniper
Put the fire to a n***a head, no Ghost Rider
It's the motherf*cking BagaSaga
(Aye)
Say he got Gucci slippers so I jacked em
Coz my choppa take it when it spray it finna pack em
That mean no matter where you at we always catch you lacking
Ima hop out of the car like Grim Reaper, Soul Snatcher
Call a n***a McDonald coz I keep two Big Macs
Got a big shotgun bitch it just gon one tap em
Man these pussy n****s funny to me, they dummies to me
My big choppa running from thee, it's gunning with heat
I'm rad it's me Key, just jig this brand new Patek Phillipe
A mouse with the cheese, A pussy n***a run with the heat, A house to the keys
I pull a semi automatic with heat then smoke that pussy boy like some trees
I'm talking bout me, she bending over all on the d, then suck on the d
I'm talking bout it A over E I'm rapping with ease
I'm talking bout it I am a G no need for the P, I got a choppa on me and she a G
(Huh)
All my shooters fronting running round with them big straps (Ay)
Place your order do you want some fries we got Big Macs (Huh)
Choppa on me yeah that's the ratchet it go click clack (Brr!)
Every where I go I stay fresh like a tic tac (Ay)
Yeah my neck is cold coz it covered in some ice yeah (ooh)
Can't come through the front so we ran in through the side yeah
When the choppa toting I don't look through the sight yeah (No)
Bust down on my wrist and you know that it's gone bite yeah (Bite!)
Taking pictures with out my permission I don't like that (That)
Try reaching for my chain I'ma knock you so don't try that (Don't)
It cost a lot but I'll make it back ima buy that (Cash)
Glecko on the track so you know we finna ride that (Skrrt!)
Try to diss me and you know that ima clap back (Clap)
Run up on a hater you cannot get your shit back (Nope)
Everything I'm wearing cost some racks you can't get that (You Can't)
Only rock designer but you know it's always mismatched (Mismatched)
All my shooters fronting running round with them big straps (Pow)
Place your order do you want some fries we got Big Macs
Choppa on me yeah that's the ratchet it go click clack (Brrt!)
Every where I go I stay fresh like a tic tac (Fresh, Ayye!)
Big semi automatic leave a poke like a viper
Choppa on Teen Titan when it tote that my sniper
Put the fire to a n***a head, no Ghost Rider
It's the motherf*cking BagaSaga
(Aye)
Say he got Gucci slippers so I jacked em
Coz my choppa take it when it spray it finna pack em
That mean no matter where you at we always catch you lacking
Ima hop out of the car like Grim Reaper, Soul Snatcher
Call a n***a McDonald coz I keep two Big Macs
Got a big shotgun bitch it just gon one tap em
Man these pussy n****s funny to me, they dummies to me
My big choppa running from thee, it's gunning with heat
I'm rad it's me Key, just jig this brand new Patek Phillipe
A mouse with the cheese, A pussy n***a run with the heat, A house to the keys
I pull a semi automatic with heat then smoke that pussy boy like some trees
I'm talking bout me, she bending over all on the d, then suck on the d
I'm talking bout it A over E I'm rapping with ease
I'm talking bout it I am a G no need for the P, I got a choppa on me and she a G
(Huh)
All my shooters fronting running round with them big straps (Ay)
Place your order do you want some fries we got Big Macs (Huh)
Choppa on me yeah that's the ratchet it go click clack (Brr!)
Every where I go I stay fresh like a tic tac (Ay)
Yeah my neck is cold coz it covered in some ice yeah (ooh)
Can't come through the front so we ran in through the side yeah
When the choppa toting I don't look through the sight yeah (No)
Bust down on my wrist and you know that it's gone bite yeah (Bite!)
Taking pictures with out my permission I don't like that (That)
Try reaching for my chain I'ma knock you so don't try that (Don't)
It cost a lot but I'll make it back ima buy that (Cash)
Glecko on the track so you know we finna ride that (Skrrt!)
Try to diss me and you know that ima clap back (Clap)
Run up on a hater you cannot get your shit back (Nope)
Everything I'm wearing cost some racks you can't get that (You Can't)
Only rock designer but you know it's always mismatched (Mismatched)
All my shooters fronting running round with them big straps (Pow)
Place your order do you want some fries we got Big Macs
Choppa on me yeah that's the ratchet it go click clack (Brrt!)
Every where I go I stay fresh like a tic tac (Fresh, Ayye!)
Writer: Keyron Bennet, Zac Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid