"Shane Battier" lyrics
Yeah
Bad bitch with me she on Rolling Stone
Shoot up your damn block, party get postponed
Took that boy damn wock, bust it down two tone
I measure the wock, with the silicone
Can't pay attention, I'm too gone
Young niggas to high so stop calling my phone
Bullseye, we shot the fire right at his dome
Fore my shooters tryna hit that damn lick then I'm gone
Pussy, do you want roast beef?
If I catch that boy slipping leave him dead meat
I ain't billie but I pull the Glock out my jeans
Free baby EBG my nigga just a teen, huh
Take that boy off cause he green
I tote sticks and I drink lean
Taking fuck niggas off since I'm 15
I ain't goin' for nothin' try to blitz me, huh
Baby whoa, and don sensei
Me and Sito free ain't no more free Jefe
Bust a nut on her face said it look like leche
Said the band gang go out bad, nigga it's no way
Slit my damn throat, fore I talk to jakes
Made seven bands nigga last May
Four bad bitches, that'll last me
Drag him by his hair, pull his crochet
Shoot a fuck nigga like Shane Battier
He playin' with the mob get him outta here
Baby life knock him off we don't play fair
I'm gon finish that job, they can stay here
Bad bitch with me she on Rolling Stone
Shoot up your damn block, party get postponed
Took that boy damn wock, bust it down two tone
I measure the wock, with the silicone
Can't pay attention, I'm too gone
Young niggas to high so stop calling my phone
Bullseye, we shot the fire right at his dome
Fore my shooters tryna hit that damn lick then I'm gone
Pussy, do you want roast beef?
If I catch that boy slipping leave him dead meat
I ain't billie but I pull the Glock out my jeans
Free baby EBG my nigga just a teen, huh
Take that boy off cause he green
I tote sticks and I drink lean
Taking fuck niggas off since I'm 15
I ain't goin' for nothin' try to blitz me, huh
Baby whoa, and don sensei
Me and Sito free ain't no more free Jefe
Bust a nut on her face said it look like leche
Said the band gang go out bad, nigga it's no way
Slit my damn throat, fore I talk to jakes
Made seven bands nigga last May
Four bad bitches, that'll last me
Drag him by his hair, pull his crochet
Shoot a fuck nigga like Shane Battier
He playin' with the mob get him outta here
Baby life knock him off we don't play fair
I'm gon finish that job, they can stay here
