NoMo lyrics

*Six-seven what it do foo?*

*Six-seven on the beat*
Chorus:
n*gga keep playing imma tell you
What we gonna do to his ass?
Imma get the drops on the b*tch
And go to the movies with that
Then he think he finna get him some pus*y
We gonna drive by and scoop his ass
He think we gon' get up wit' you, wit' yo little goofy ass
He be kickin' hot sh*t we gonna cut off his feet
So he can't kick no mo'
Little bro why you trippin'? Why you shoot him in the ass?
So he won't sh*t no mo'
Then we chop off his legs
He can't turn up and jump and get lit no mo'
We gon' chop off his fingers one by one
He can't throw up his clique no mo'

Verse 1:
He screamin' and hollerin' take out his eye
So he can't see no mo'
Imma get him to sh*t, start shavin' his head
n*gga can't shake his dread like Chief Keef no mo'
[???] no food wit' the heat on
Cut out his sternum let the rats get they eat on
Pistol whip a n*gga wake up wit' his teeth gone
And take a hammer smash right on his cheekbone
He ain't got [???]
We make a n*gga eat his teeth like popcorn
Hunnid wrist shoota, I ain't never had a hot point
Bro when they saw you like Splurge oh you got one
They tryna cut off his ears, he can't here none
He askin' to talk to his b*tch oh he miss her
We finna cut off his lips can't kiss her

Chorus:
n*gga keep playing imma tell you
What we gonna do to his ass?
Imma get the drop on his b*tch
And go to the movies with that
Then he think he finna get him some pus*y
We gonna drive by and scoop his ass
He think we gon' get up wit' you, wit' yo little goofy ass
He be kickin' hot sh*t we gonna cut off his feet
So he can't kick no mo'
Little bro why you trippin'? Why you shoot him in the ass?
So he won't sh*t no mo'
Then we chop off his legs
He can't turn up and jump and get lit no mo'
We gon' chop off his fingers one by one
He can't throw up his clique no mo'
Verse 2:
Show up one time wit' the Mac 11
Just throw, cut into his face like a javelin
Then we gon' cook him in something like Chinese
b*tch when the [???], you gotta run sh*t by me
The law lookin' for him, all they found was an ID
Facing mobile heron hook him up to an IV
This is what happen we do all that driving
Cut the rest of 'em up, ain't no lions around me
[?] cause I got some diamonds you could try me
Cause I seen you up real high wit' the people that doubt me
I'm not [???] wit' the people that got me
Juug him up then fill the bag up with dry chutes
When they find you they gon' be like "Oh my gosh"
It look like you was at the bottom of the moshpit
Tell your hoe she suck my di*k like crawfish
Take all the dirty sticks, sell 'em at the auction

Chorus:
n*gga keep playing imma tell you
What we gonna do to his ass?
Imma get the drop on his b*tch
And go to the movies with that
Then he think he finna get him some pus*y
We gonna drive by and scoop his ass
He think we gon' get up wit' you, wit' yo little goofy ass
He be kickin' hot sh*t we gonna cut off his feet
So he can't kick no mo'
Little bro why you trippin'? Why you shoot him in the ass?
So he won't sh*t no mo'
Then we chop off his legs
He can't turn up and jump and get lit no mo'
We gon' chop off his fingers one by one
He can't throw up his clique no mo'