Death note Lyrics

Pop pop, yeah, nigga, we doin' shit

Why the fuck they playin' with the pole like they ain't want it

For real, bitch, I ain't talkin' bout shit

Poppin' off, we ready for them niggas, they been talkin' crazy

Check your phone, I text that bitch, she ain't talkin' to me

Later, baby, in the shots, they talkin

Yeah, we tweakin' on it, the beat, we gettin' choppy

Head in with boots on, they think we playin' the bitch

Pop out choppers with these bitches, these niggas mad, we kickin' bitches

Throw that bomb on his head, got that boom-boom, she gon' call it

Hit me, got me feelin' bad, I can't get him on yet

Pop him, do him right, we talkin' till we kiss that bitch, mama

Make that bitch do the play, might as well check your fuckin' date

He ain't talkin' shit, we gon' bump his ass and shoot his face

I made it on my own, don't fuck niggas talkin', we gon' get him clobbered

Put that lighter fluid on your house, you gon' burn down with your mama

Grave fight, we gon' stuff him, leave his ass dead twice

Pop him by the drunkest, fuck him smokin' with that red light

Got the bean, we gon' kill his ass, take him off the scene

Made that money, mama told me, go ahead, put on that green

Twinkin' on the weed, she screamin', told that bitch, shut the fuck up

Can't play until we get that bitch, I'ma smoke your mama

And I know your broke-ass daddy got stopped, now he got his ass fucked up

He talkin' shit, we gon' kill his ass, and my mama gon' kill the fuck

Layin' down, I'ma shake the weed out, we gon' take her ass

Plant it like a seed, told her, get down on her knees

I'ma pop this bitch and whip it, she ain't talkin' yet

I made that money, bitches wanna scream, get down on your ass

We ain't gotta have no conversation, I just want your head burned

Leave that beam on your head, it's at the top of that fuckin' mask

Spin it back, we gon' get his ass, that chopper got his ass lookin' black

I got it back like an automatic, why the fuck she tryna pass, nigga

Poppin' out with bottles, I'ma get up on your ass, nigga

Talkin' through the phone, they ready, we gon' come and we gon' pop this ass

This ain't no Dada Goof, we ready, got that chopper, we gon' murder you

Niggas real fools, talk down, we gon' kill you

Bye-bye-bye, fuck you, nigga

Dumbass nigga, bitch-ass nigga

Stupid-ass nigga

Any name in the fuckin' book lookin'-ass nigga

It's time for you to fuck