Hockey Puck

Bad bitch she don't talk too much

Bad bitch she don't talk too much
My neck my wrist on hockey puck
Thirty round hundred rounds he get hit up
Nigga better think twice before he fuck with us
Thirty days thirty nights had to run it up
I'm in love with the money I love the lust
You a old ass nigga need to give it up
What you making a yeah I make that in a month

Switch on the glick, go ha
Little old nigga with a big old fire
You ain't have to kill him over me over mine
If he run up on me, baby, leave, he gon' die
That's crazy
I ain't even really gotta say too much
If I floss my grill, I can fuck your lady
Tryout house goin' crazy, got bags on the daily
I been pressin' up bricks, damn, it feel like I made it

Dumbass nigga, what the fuck is you thinkin'?
My young nigga, come shoot the stick without blinkin'
My young nigga, trap out the spot when it vacant
My young nigga, he don't eat pork, he fry bacon
My Glock is two-three like I play for the Lakers
Been in blocks, sendin' shots, talkin' very little mail
Don't diss on the neck, you get turned into vapor
And I keep me a stick, call me Veli-Darvado
Fuck it, I ride with that chop in a bucket
Buss it, switch on the glitch, he ain't duckin'

No coppin', please, we ain't cop these for nothin'
Double cup me, bitch, I'm sippin' on muddy
Fuck her real good, I ain't doin' no cuttin'
I don't give her nothin', I just buy me muffins
Big bad wolf come through huffin' and puffin'
Got the drink on the dresser, I'm countin' up money
Been slow, I got lean in my sodas
Got a motto, the scrap on my shoulders
Know some grown ass niggas got rich off boy

It rings in the field get picked off boy
Got the trunk in the front with a motor go
Poppin' pressure every time I get sober
I ain't talkin' John Madden get hit stick boy
Got banana clips he can get picked off boy

Bad bitch she don't talk too much
My neck my wrist on hockey puck
Thirty round hundred rounds he get hit off
Nigga better think twice before he fuck with us
Thirty days thirty nights I had to run it off
I'm in love with the money I love to lust
You a old ass nigga need to give it up
What you makin' yeah I made it

Switch on the glick, go rah
Little old nigga with a big old fire
You ain't have to kill him over me or mine
If he run up on me, baby, leave, he gon' die
That's crazy
I ain't even really gotta say too much
If I floss my grill, I can fuck your lady
Try a house gone crazy, got bads on the daily
I been pressin' up bricks, damn, it feel like I made it

Switch on the Glick, go rah
Switch on the Glick, go rah
Switch on the Glick, go rah
Uh, switch on a Glick, go ride
Switch on, a switch on a stick, go ride, uh