Welcome To Death by Big Woney Lyrics
[Intro]
Smoking Brick and shit
Foenem got them blicks and shit
O'Block, gang
[Verse]
Bitch, I'm back like I never left, bitch, welcome to the death
I got a Glock on my fucking waist, them niggas in the air
Bitch, we foul, y'all gon' need a ref, my dawgs ain't playing fair
Got a AR, hunnid in the clip, I'm quick to let it rip
Send location, I'll hit your block, duck off in your dip
Man, you a rapper, your lil' broke ass toting on that Smith
You a [?] nigga, I be toting on this .45
I got a lot of hoes, y'all gon' 'head, label me a pimp
Bitch, I sip on a lot of blood, we shoot up the club
That nigga died at the candy store, he took all of them slugs
We on King Drive, fuck everybody else, they don't even be outsidе
The opps they hiding 'cause thеy seen a lot of their homies died
Is you gon' ride or you gon' get a lose? BigWoney, I'm a boss
You fuck with us, you gon' pay the cost, them hollows cool 'em off
These cars fast plus I get exhausted, at least his bitch bought
She broke as hell, bitch work at McDonald's and she shop at Ross
I got the sauce and I ain't fucking playing, I'm coming the right way
The way we sliding [?] a nigga day, turn a dyke straight
I smoke K.I., she ain't know her place, now she don't need [?]
What can I say? That's what the bitch get for being out here gay
The opps ain't safe, they shot up the funeral, Wooski caught a face
No face, no case, thought his ass was dead, Jesus saved the day
Don't leave no trace, back up in the day, I used to tote a A
Now I tote 'K's, posted up with gang, snitch killer, free Rage
He fightin' for his life, locked up in the cages, pray for better days
State to state, need your moves but then save your place
Who gas you up? Your lil' ass too hyped, you need some Gatorade
He borrow money on [?] to state, wanna see me slave
But I can't go, if you looking for me, bitch, I'm in the O
Don't fuck with G's, only G's I fuck with
Is them Glocks for sure, the Glocks I tote
You became a goofy, he been get poked
Thought he was your dawg
His lil' ass some rat, man, that nigga told
[Outro]
Man, that nigga told
And you gon' get exposed
I'm back now, I'm back now
Smoking Brick and shit
Foenem got them blicks and shit
O'Block, gang
[Verse]
Bitch, I'm back like I never left, bitch, welcome to the death
I got a Glock on my fucking waist, them niggas in the air
Bitch, we foul, y'all gon' need a ref, my dawgs ain't playing fair
Got a AR, hunnid in the clip, I'm quick to let it rip
Send location, I'll hit your block, duck off in your dip
Man, you a rapper, your lil' broke ass toting on that Smith
You a [?] nigga, I be toting on this .45
I got a lot of hoes, y'all gon' 'head, label me a pimp
Bitch, I sip on a lot of blood, we shoot up the club
That nigga died at the candy store, he took all of them slugs
We on King Drive, fuck everybody else, they don't even be outsidе
The opps they hiding 'cause thеy seen a lot of their homies died
Is you gon' ride or you gon' get a lose? BigWoney, I'm a boss
You fuck with us, you gon' pay the cost, them hollows cool 'em off
These cars fast plus I get exhausted, at least his bitch bought
She broke as hell, bitch work at McDonald's and she shop at Ross
I got the sauce and I ain't fucking playing, I'm coming the right way
The way we sliding [?] a nigga day, turn a dyke straight
I smoke K.I., she ain't know her place, now she don't need [?]
What can I say? That's what the bitch get for being out here gay
The opps ain't safe, they shot up the funeral, Wooski caught a face
No face, no case, thought his ass was dead, Jesus saved the day
Don't leave no trace, back up in the day, I used to tote a A
Now I tote 'K's, posted up with gang, snitch killer, free Rage
He fightin' for his life, locked up in the cages, pray for better days
State to state, need your moves but then save your place
Who gas you up? Your lil' ass too hyped, you need some Gatorade
He borrow money on [?] to state, wanna see me slave
But I can't go, if you looking for me, bitch, I'm in the O
Don't fuck with G's, only G's I fuck with
Is them Glocks for sure, the Glocks I tote
You became a goofy, he been get poked
Thought he was your dawg
His lil' ass some rat, man, that nigga told
[Outro]
Man, that nigga told
And you gon' get exposed
I'm back now, I'm back now