"Judo" lyrics
(You rockin' wit' Dstar', lil' bitch)
(Aye)
Yeah, yeah
Aye
Yeah, huh
You know this bih' got some kick (Yeah)
And this bitch doin' judo tricks (Yeah)
He think I'm crashin' 'bout a bitch (Yeah)
And, that boy must be smokin' dick (Yeah)
He can keep that ho, she ain't eatin' dick (Yeah)
That ho ain't nun', pass da bitch (Yeah)
That ho ain't nun', pass da bitch (Yeah)
Ain't shooting guns, pacifist
Bitch, I'm a block activist
'RL Bomb Squad', blow it up
Young brew pullin' up wit' them trucks
60-round mag, we ain't runnin' aht
He coppin' aht, 'cause I got that dot
Bomin' thru opp block, like the SWAT
"Brr" in the car, look at what I got
We wiped his nose, left that boy with snot
Look, all these niggas man, callin' '12'
Nah, we ain't beefin', when I'm 9/11
We catch an opp, send that boy to Heaven
I'm talkin' to God, I'm just like the Reverend
She love her '5', but that ho ain't ready
My life been smooth, shit been goin' steady
Yeah
I fuck on that ho, and she ready
Beat on my phone, I just had to dead it
Yeah
I fuck on that ho, and she petty
She beat on my phone, I just had to dead it
I blocked her, and kicked that ho out
She beat on my phone, ho talm bout she pregnant
Yeah
Whatever you want, you can get it
You just gotta ride, show me that you wit' it
Yeah
The young crew get in there quickly
Hit the boy up, leave him smelling shitty (What, yah)
Smelling like shit, yeah
Hit the boy up wit' this bih' (Frr, blatt)
You know my gun kick, yeah
Security won't let the ho in, yeah
She stay with her ugl'ass friend
Tint out the box, it was hard to see in
Every time I took a X, wanna spin
I took a L, take that shit on the chin
RL the bros, treat that shit like my kin
Stay with a rocket like Jeremy Lin
Head-tap, "Brr"
Numbers aht
Flat-pack "Brr", shoot like a Zyn
We really poppin, I'on gotta pretend
She fuck with the '5', I'm worried 'bout a 'M'
'Lu-burnt-aht-bit', that pussy ain't it
'Lu-burnt-aht-bit', that pussy ain't it
You know this bih' got some kick
And this bitch doin' Judo tricks, yeah
He think I'm crashin' 'bout a bitch, yeah
And, that boy must be smokin' dick, yeah
He can keep that ho she ain't eatin' dick, yeah
That ho ain't nun', pass da bitch, yeah
That ho ain't nun', pass da bitch, yeah
Ain't shooting guns, pacifist, yeah
Bitch, I'm a block activist, yeah
'RL Bomb Squad', blow it up
Young brew pullin' up wit' them trucks
60-round mag, we ain't runnin' aht
He coppin' aht, 'cause I got that dot
Bomin' thru opp block, like the SWAT
"Brr" in the car, look at what I got
We wiped his nose, left that boy with snot
(Aye)
Yeah, yeah
Aye
Yeah, huh
You know this bih' got some kick (Yeah)
And this bitch doin' judo tricks (Yeah)
He think I'm crashin' 'bout a bitch (Yeah)
And, that boy must be smokin' dick (Yeah)
He can keep that ho, she ain't eatin' dick (Yeah)
That ho ain't nun', pass da bitch (Yeah)
That ho ain't nun', pass da bitch (Yeah)
Ain't shooting guns, pacifist
Bitch, I'm a block activist
'RL Bomb Squad', blow it up
Young brew pullin' up wit' them trucks
60-round mag, we ain't runnin' aht
He coppin' aht, 'cause I got that dot
Bomin' thru opp block, like the SWAT
"Brr" in the car, look at what I got
We wiped his nose, left that boy with snot
Look, all these niggas man, callin' '12'
Nah, we ain't beefin', when I'm 9/11
We catch an opp, send that boy to Heaven
I'm talkin' to God, I'm just like the Reverend
She love her '5', but that ho ain't ready
My life been smooth, shit been goin' steady
Yeah
I fuck on that ho, and she ready
Beat on my phone, I just had to dead it
Yeah
I fuck on that ho, and she petty
She beat on my phone, I just had to dead it
I blocked her, and kicked that ho out
She beat on my phone, ho talm bout she pregnant
Yeah
Whatever you want, you can get it
You just gotta ride, show me that you wit' it
Yeah
The young crew get in there quickly
Hit the boy up, leave him smelling shitty (What, yah)
Smelling like shit, yeah
Hit the boy up wit' this bih' (Frr, blatt)
You know my gun kick, yeah
Security won't let the ho in, yeah
She stay with her ugl'ass friend
Tint out the box, it was hard to see in
Every time I took a X, wanna spin
I took a L, take that shit on the chin
RL the bros, treat that shit like my kin
Stay with a rocket like Jeremy Lin
Head-tap, "Brr"
Numbers aht
Flat-pack "Brr", shoot like a Zyn
We really poppin, I'on gotta pretend
She fuck with the '5', I'm worried 'bout a 'M'
'Lu-burnt-aht-bit', that pussy ain't it
'Lu-burnt-aht-bit', that pussy ain't it
You know this bih' got some kick
And this bitch doin' Judo tricks, yeah
He think I'm crashin' 'bout a bitch, yeah
And, that boy must be smokin' dick, yeah
He can keep that ho she ain't eatin' dick, yeah
That ho ain't nun', pass da bitch, yeah
That ho ain't nun', pass da bitch, yeah
Ain't shooting guns, pacifist, yeah
Bitch, I'm a block activist, yeah
'RL Bomb Squad', blow it up
Young brew pullin' up wit' them trucks
60-round mag, we ain't runnin' aht
He coppin' aht, 'cause I got that dot
Bomin' thru opp block, like the SWAT
"Brr" in the car, look at what I got
We wiped his nose, left that boy with snot
Writer(s): Charkel Kelley, London Golston
