55mm lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that's folk, wipe yo' nose, wipe yo'— that's my cut right now
We go to money, where the money? What that n*gga gon' do about it?
Get a bad b*tch, a fat ass, I'ma hit her 'til she done
Brought the baddest b*tches to the party, hit 'em 'til we done
Call my shooters, "Go and blow that up", he get her, get it done
Yeah, them .55 take ya leg off, crawl like a slug
We sip muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, bloody, bloody mud
Yeah, that choppa "Blrr", like a bug, don't get yo' ass stung
Yeah, I love to count these racks, I count these racks all when I wanna
Yeah, we book a top floor, tell the baddest b*tches line up
And when I meet 'em, pour a pint up
Woo, woo, and we turn up
Take my Glock, go get my photo
Woo, woo, yeah, he bite 'em
Guess I shouldn't had bought that b*tch a bag, should've never
If I f*ck that b*tch then I'ma feel so bad, nah-nah-nah
She go right back to her boyfriend, he look so sad, ayy-ayy-ayy
Went from, Rue21, to designer rag, yeah, ah-ah

[Bridge]
I said, f*ck it, let's go get a lil' bag
f*ck it, let's go get a lil' sack
f*ck it, let's go get a lil' bag
f*ck it, let's go get a lil' sack
f*ck it, let's go get a lil' bag
f*ck it, let's go get a lil' sack
f*ck it, let's go get a lil' bag
f*ck it, let's go get a lil' sack
[Verse 2]
Watch how you talk to these n*ggas, they just be fake
Behind yo' back, they hate you, then they say, "I love you", to yo' face
We got shooters all over the radar, broke-ass n*gga can't relate
Ghost all over the radar, could go blow a bag everyday
I told my n*gga, let's shake some'
Ye-ye, ye-ye, yeah, ye-ye-ye
I might pour that 4 up, turn this sh*t to pink lemonade
Yeah, I'm on that brick, mix the alcohol wit' Percocet
I don't like to flex, I just let my choppa go and flex
And we got stacks on deck, hunnids on deck, hunnids on deck, hoes on di*k
n*gga, let's shoot a flick, f*ck ya b*tch, let's just go and blow that b*tch
Know she countin', he always broke, that b*tch
Whatever we do they clown that sh*t
You got a bag, lil' n*gga? Then throw that sh*t
We got them flags, lil' n*gga, we tie them sh*t
And I'ma f*ck on that b*tch 'til she's tired as sh*t
Say you a rich-ass n*gga, you lied and sh*t
Rich n*ggas on the side of me, some sh*t that you can't believe
f*ck it, let's go get a 'lil bag
f*ck it, let's go get a 'lil sack
She give brain like she takin' a test
Hollows hit you, you ain't makin' it back

[Outro]
Let's go, let's go