DISCO by JAHHLU Lyrics
[Chorus]
We hit that boy with the, uh-huh
We hit that boy with the, what?
We hit that boy with the fire
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' that Za'
You better pray to the mo'fuckin' gods
Mexican shooter, I think his name Juan
Wavin' the choppa like magical wand
I get the pack, then I am gone
Came with the gat, came with the gun
I been the same since 1v1
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' a ton
I knew it was up when she put it in a bun
Make it be what? Make it be gone
She put my cock up in her tongue
I got a Glock, it got a drum
Run up on me, then I promise it's donе
You smokin' cigarettes, look at your lungs
[Verse]
Choppa go in through his stomach and out through his back
I'm shootin' the choppa, that bit' goin', "Blatt"
If I hang up, bitch, don't call mе back
Hold up, what the fuck?
You wanna link? Like, "Fuck no, bitch"
Can't love no slut, can't trust no bitch
Got a choppa on me, I'ma dump that clip
I don't want your body, just suck on my dick
Yeah, I put the Wock' in the Gatorade
These lil' nigga belong in the gay parade
These lil' nigga be sippin' on Haterade
Said, "I'm finna put Wock' in the Minute Maid"
Said, "I'm finna put Wock' in the lemonade"
Rene is cryppin', no renegade
And I handle the money I get today
Just know a nigga is gettin' paid
[Interlude]
Ahaha
This shit so goofy, nigga
Haha, aha
[Chorus]
We hit that boy with the, uh-huh
We hit that boy with the, what?
We hit that boy with the fire
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' that Za'
You better pray to the mo'fuckin' gods
Mexican shooter, I think his name Juan
Wavin' the choppa like magical wand
I get the pack, then I am gone
Came with the gat, came with the gun
I been the same since "1v1"
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' a ton
I knew it was up when she put it in a bun
Make it be what? Make it be gone
She put my cock up in her tongue
I got a Glock, it got a drum
Run up on me, then I promise it's done
You smokin' cigarettes, look at your lungs
We hit that boy with the, uh-huh
We hit that boy with the, what?
We hit that boy with the fire
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' that Za'
You better pray to the mo'fuckin' gods
Mexican shooter, I think his name Juan
Wavin' the choppa like magical wand
I get the pack, then I am gone
Came with the gat, came with the gun
I been the same since 1v1
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' a ton
I knew it was up when she put it in a bun
Make it be what? Make it be gone
She put my cock up in her tongue
I got a Glock, it got a drum
Run up on me, then I promise it's donе
You smokin' cigarettes, look at your lungs
[Verse]
Choppa go in through his stomach and out through his back
I'm shootin' the choppa, that bit' goin', "Blatt"
If I hang up, bitch, don't call mе back
Hold up, what the fuck?
You wanna link? Like, "Fuck no, bitch"
Can't love no slut, can't trust no bitch
Got a choppa on me, I'ma dump that clip
I don't want your body, just suck on my dick
Yeah, I put the Wock' in the Gatorade
These lil' nigga belong in the gay parade
These lil' nigga be sippin' on Haterade
Said, "I'm finna put Wock' in the Minute Maid"
Said, "I'm finna put Wock' in the lemonade"
Rene is cryppin', no renegade
And I handle the money I get today
Just know a nigga is gettin' paid
[Interlude]
Ahaha
This shit so goofy, nigga
Haha, aha
[Chorus]
We hit that boy with the, uh-huh
We hit that boy with the, what?
We hit that boy with the fire
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' that Za'
You better pray to the mo'fuckin' gods
Mexican shooter, I think his name Juan
Wavin' the choppa like magical wand
I get the pack, then I am gone
Came with the gat, came with the gun
I been the same since "1v1"
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' a ton
I knew it was up when she put it in a bun
Make it be what? Make it be gone
She put my cock up in her tongue
I got a Glock, it got a drum
Run up on me, then I promise it's done
You smokin' cigarettes, look at your lungs