Will Smith by Moppy Lyrics
[Chorus]
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit
[Verse 1: moppy & kingMJ]
When its go time and im uppin' ma fye
Pussy boy you ain't wanna just come out outside
I'm spinnin' the block till da opps they on fye
If he touchin' my tooley lil nigga gon die
I put that on god that my brothers gon' ride
These snake ass females be tellin' me lies
But i don't give a fuck cuz i always stay fried
Hoe ass bitch get outta my life (gang)
The choppa gon' lah'
You run up the block and lil nigga you die
You ride fo' yo' niggas you swear that you hard
Till you gon be looking down from the sky
I ride for ma niggas i do not say bye
I bought me a Glock and that shit cost a lot
You fuck with a nigga you finna' get fried
And then when up high you tell pac i say hi
You hurt huh? (uzi)
Aye that thotiana got you burnt huh (ouu)
Run up on me and i promise you nigga
I'll put you in front of a shirt huh
All of my niggas tote uzi's
But yo bitch fuck with the verts huh
All of my niggas we thuggin'
You better not pull up yo ass gon' get hurt huh
[Chorus]
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit
[Verse 2: moppy & kingMJ]
(gang)
She runnin' my pack
She findin' me @
If i'm slidin' im keepin' ma mac
I need me them racks
Till my pockets get fat
Boy ima' bounce out with that sack (ka-ching)
MJ totin' the straps
It really be facts
And i ain't eva' speakin' no cap
This shit ain't just rap
We makin' it snap
And we gon run off with that pack
Run off with that pack
Yo bitch on her knees and she lickin' the sack
Come gimmie' a plaque (uh)
That bitch in the kitchen, she whippin' a snack
The king of the block
Totin' my Glock
My niggas we rollin' in flocks
You hear one two three's bitch
That is the sound of the choppa' gon' chop
My youngins they killahs
They gon wrap a body
Then shoot yo ass right in the face(Boo)
I need me the money
Im chasin' the bread
I do whatever it takes (yuh)
Unless you is able to vote
You can not gimmie' brain
Or im gon catch a case
Bitch this is a private estate
You hooked on the dick and im closin' the gate
[Chorus]
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit
[Verse 1: moppy & kingMJ]
When its go time and im uppin' ma fye
Pussy boy you ain't wanna just come out outside
I'm spinnin' the block till da opps they on fye
If he touchin' my tooley lil nigga gon die
I put that on god that my brothers gon' ride
These snake ass females be tellin' me lies
But i don't give a fuck cuz i always stay fried
Hoe ass bitch get outta my life (gang)
The choppa gon' lah'
You run up the block and lil nigga you die
You ride fo' yo' niggas you swear that you hard
Till you gon be looking down from the sky
I ride for ma niggas i do not say bye
I bought me a Glock and that shit cost a lot
You fuck with a nigga you finna' get fried
And then when up high you tell pac i say hi
You hurt huh? (uzi)
Aye that thotiana got you burnt huh (ouu)
Run up on me and i promise you nigga
I'll put you in front of a shirt huh
All of my niggas tote uzi's
But yo bitch fuck with the verts huh
All of my niggas we thuggin'
You better not pull up yo ass gon' get hurt huh
[Chorus]
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit
[Verse 2: moppy & kingMJ]
(gang)
She runnin' my pack
She findin' me @
If i'm slidin' im keepin' ma mac
I need me them racks
Till my pockets get fat
Boy ima' bounce out with that sack (ka-ching)
MJ totin' the straps
It really be facts
And i ain't eva' speakin' no cap
This shit ain't just rap
We makin' it snap
And we gon run off with that pack
Run off with that pack
Yo bitch on her knees and she lickin' the sack
Come gimmie' a plaque (uh)
That bitch in the kitchen, she whippin' a snack
The king of the block
Totin' my Glock
My niggas we rollin' in flocks
You hear one two three's bitch
That is the sound of the choppa' gon' chop
My youngins they killahs
They gon wrap a body
Then shoot yo ass right in the face(Boo)
I need me the money
Im chasin' the bread
I do whatever it takes (yuh)
Unless you is able to vote
You can not gimmie' brain
Or im gon catch a case
Bitch this is a private estate
You hooked on the dick and im closin' the gate
[Chorus]
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit
Put two shots in that nigga like Will Smith
Got my mind on my murder i ain't feel shit
My bullets be flyin' but they still hit
And when it's go time we gon' drill shit