Kawai Sprite
LIT UP WITH LYRICS | FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN’ COVER
Darnell: Guess who's back took a bullet to the dome y'all got Big D on the track, but I don't like when n***as moan Unlike Pico, shoulda did what he was told, took away my money so I'm takin' out a loan I'm your life man, you put the bullet then you blow when I light can, he didn't offer up that dough We use to be tight man man, were you steppin' tight, but you sold the bag and now the bag is on your life man We walkin' around, you should keep a clock in your pocket and not a cock in your mouth I'm suckin' it around like a lollipop and then poppin' it out Instead of poppin' around to see what's poppin' around when we was hired to kill a n***a I'm poppin' around in his brain, you would rather he be locked and you down In chains, cause you a freaky little ginger, nothing but a splinter in my back Since you thought shyt was sweet, said n***a in the last track Backstreet mano y mano, a couple of punchs make a sleep And I can swear I got no beef with all this woke shit, you can do your own shit Personally the bag is buzzin', you don't even take strokes Shit, you like sausage in your throat And that's okay with me, but shit you shoulda let me know Now I'm ten times sadder at you poppin' all these hoes Cause usually when hired it's just common sense to know That we walkin' around, you should keep a clock in your pocket and not a cock in your mouth I'm suckin' it around like a lollipop and then poppin' it out Instead of poppin' around as he was poppin' around When we was hired to kill it, that guy ain't poppin' around in his brain You would rather he be locking you down in some chains Cause you a freaky little chinga, don't you bother splittin' in my back, back Said she's not too sweet, said n***a in the last track Backstreet model, we model a couple bunches, n***a backstreet Ready or not, I'm not gonna stop, let's get you back to how you used to be Actually abused to really anybody, anybody tell me why this dude's a fuckin' joke Oh, you almost got me there, oh shit