THROAT SPLITTERS by Only Us Clique Lyrics
[Verse 1: PoniBoyCurtis]
Ten bands, big stiffer
You know I'm a wig splitta'
Bitch nigga, hoe nigga
I just want the dough nigga
Shoot him in his ankle now he lookin' like he Joe, nigga
Told the reaper get the bags, Ima grab the pole nigga
Take a nigga soul, and now he lookin' at the big dippa'
Wipe a bitches nose, "Where's the blow?"
He want smoked nigga
I just rolled a quarter in a blunt you'll never tote
Feel like IT, put my dick in her throat, make her float nigga
[Verse 2: IAMXIOS]
Twist it, pull it, bop it (Uh)
Got these bodies droppin' (Uh)
Rollie-pollies crawlin' up
Stomp 'em in, I squash 'em up
Back to back he droppin' tracks, but shit is just not hittin' (Ay)
I might have to beat this kid, cus fuckheads can not listen (Ay)
Fist got him dizzy, why he so pissy
Talkin' shit better come hit me up
Go get yo pennies, this is a frenzy
Know I'm up next so you envious
Think that you trendy, like way to many
Back at my post with my sentry gun
You all wanna test me, scene getting messy
Dead on the floor so hilarious
[Verse 3: D3FO]
Fuck boy we bleed him
Bitch ate my semen
Fuck you bitch I don't need you
On some war shit like Legion
Cut 'em off nigga make legions
Only paper chasin' my allegiance
She been blowin' me like a speaker
Ain't no hoe in me, I'm the reaper
You in last
Only Us in this shit get a bag
On my mom son I'm a pimp blow a tag
Put designer on my dick made her rat
Throw it on her ass she gon' strip (Ha)
Ten bands, big stiffer
You know I'm a wig splitta'
Bitch nigga, hoe nigga
I just want the dough nigga
Shoot him in his ankle now he lookin' like he Joe, nigga
Told the reaper get the bags, Ima grab the pole nigga
Take a nigga soul, and now he lookin' at the big dippa'
Wipe a bitches nose, "Where's the blow?"
He want smoked nigga
I just rolled a quarter in a blunt you'll never tote
Feel like IT, put my dick in her throat, make her float nigga
[Verse 2: IAMXIOS]
Twist it, pull it, bop it (Uh)
Got these bodies droppin' (Uh)
Rollie-pollies crawlin' up
Stomp 'em in, I squash 'em up
Back to back he droppin' tracks, but shit is just not hittin' (Ay)
I might have to beat this kid, cus fuckheads can not listen (Ay)
Fist got him dizzy, why he so pissy
Talkin' shit better come hit me up
Go get yo pennies, this is a frenzy
Know I'm up next so you envious
Think that you trendy, like way to many
Back at my post with my sentry gun
You all wanna test me, scene getting messy
Dead on the floor so hilarious
[Verse 3: D3FO]
Fuck boy we bleed him
Bitch ate my semen
Fuck you bitch I don't need you
On some war shit like Legion
Cut 'em off nigga make legions
Only paper chasin' my allegiance
She been blowin' me like a speaker
Ain't no hoe in me, I'm the reaper
You in last
Only Us in this shit get a bag
On my mom son I'm a pimp blow a tag
Put designer on my dick made her rat
Throw it on her ass she gon' strip (Ha)