$UICIDEBOY$ – Bossier City Kidnap Victims Lyrics

Bossier City Kidnap Victims Lyrics by $UICIDEBOY$

[Intro]
You did good, $lick
It’s a Smash!
Players-Players-Players never die

[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Let-let-let the grease bang, his momma gave me good head though
G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
Blanco always smoking doja, 7th Ward soulja
Always in the cut, with my hood up, I’m a cobra
Choppa city born and fuckin’ raised, I thought I told ya
Offered shawty coke, but she thought I meant Cola
P-P-P-Pull up on ya block, lookin’ like I got a weapon
All my dogs in fucking heaven like I’m Jesus in the 7th
I know fuckboys got a problem, I’ma end their whole bloodline
Make sure that his last name stay a last name, yeah he done
I’m bout pull up on this lil’ hoe and make her tongue tied
Now she cryin’, tellin’ me all about how her son died
Le-le-left a grease stain, his mama gave me good head though
Ruthless motherfucker, Blanco always making heads roll
Tombstone blank, two-two-two tone tank
Now his bitch asking me for a new born baby
Mixing Wock with titty milk, ain’t no new bones breakin’
Got another bitch pregnant and now them two hoes datin’
[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Let-let-let the grease bang, his momma gave me good head though
G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

[Verse 2: Wetto]
Duckin’ off that fent
But Young Wetto always stand up
Smoke it ’til the last puff
Sleepin’ with the hand gun, 12 I had to man up
Grey the propaganda, Slicky the commander
Unleashing that terror make your area Uganda, damn, son
How-how I whip that dope and get them motherfucking grams up? (North)
Pimping on a hoe too easy, all I do is glance up (Side)
All these motherfuckers pussy, boy, I’m from the land of (North)
Press it right between my eyes, now pull it, boy, don’t clam up (Side)
Bought a crib in Florida just to get my fucking tan up (North)
How it feel to date a bitch you know that love to stan us? (Side)
Chopper city love them choppers, ’cause they never jam up (North)
I put angels in my outfield, call me Tony Wetto Danza, damn, son (Side)
Every time I spit, I feel like Jordan when he slam dunk
Wetto I go harder on them bars than when my dad drunk
Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
Come and get your bell rung
[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Let-let-let the grease bang, his momma gave me good head though
G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
Let-let-let the grease bang, his momma gave me good head though
G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk