Whole Lot by Troy Mobbz Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Five five five
Ayo Kutoff
[Verse]
Niggas claimin’ bodies but they never shot before
I be around the killers that just shoot shit, make you drop to the floor
I be doin’ my own thang, I don’t care about the opps no mo’
I got PTSD, I don’t even shop in stores no mo’
This a Hellcat, and this shit go real fast
I don’t talk to no cops, they pull me over I do the dash
You the type of nigga to buy a Lambo off the lot and just crash
I cook up all my beef, I got no leftovers, I make sure it don’t last
Oh this shit funny right, ‘til a nigga die
You the type of nigga see your nigga die and never slide
I don’t care ‘bout nonе of the opps, I always be outside
Thеy can’t say shit about shit, I’m outside while they hide
The only time you’ll ever see a nigga slide is when he high
He likes to get high, well I’ma put high in the sky
I don’t show no mercy, I cut cuhs face off, call me Dexter Morgan
You don’t wanna see the killers pull up on you in the mornin’
Fall asleep behind the wheel is something I could never do
That nigga is a punk, I spot it as soon as he walk in the room
We shootin’ out windows and we shootin’ straight out the sunroof
We got drums on our guns, and we blow them niggas like a flute
She’s a triflin’ girl man, I could never wife her
I want all the smoke nigga, Don go pass me a lighter
All my niggas suspects, they never gon’ be victims
Head shot, body drop, them niggas gon’ miss him
I been sayin’ “Free Gully” so much, I might just get that shit tatted
I been talkin’‘bout a car so much, I might just get that shit matted black
Spinnin’ back, where you at?
On gang niggas dyin’ that’s a fact
Strikin’ niggas out, Barry Bonds just give me a bat
Niggas they be hidin’, go put money on his head
My favourite colour navy blue, but I see a whole lot of red
He was wearin’ Cartier’s, that’s the reason that he dead
Rob his shoes, take his chain, he don’t need ‘cause he dead
We go do a hit, and shoot at four other niggas just for fun
He does track, and field, good, ‘cause this switch the type to make you run
We got trap money, that’s how we pay for all the bond
Don’t get caught, but if you do, you better play it like you dumb
Yeah
Five five five
Ayo Kutoff
[Verse]
Niggas claimin’ bodies but they never shot before
I be around the killers that just shoot shit, make you drop to the floor
I be doin’ my own thang, I don’t care about the opps no mo’
I got PTSD, I don’t even shop in stores no mo’
This a Hellcat, and this shit go real fast
I don’t talk to no cops, they pull me over I do the dash
You the type of nigga to buy a Lambo off the lot and just crash
I cook up all my beef, I got no leftovers, I make sure it don’t last
Oh this shit funny right, ‘til a nigga die
You the type of nigga see your nigga die and never slide
I don’t care ‘bout nonе of the opps, I always be outside
Thеy can’t say shit about shit, I’m outside while they hide
The only time you’ll ever see a nigga slide is when he high
He likes to get high, well I’ma put high in the sky
I don’t show no mercy, I cut cuhs face off, call me Dexter Morgan
You don’t wanna see the killers pull up on you in the mornin’
Fall asleep behind the wheel is something I could never do
That nigga is a punk, I spot it as soon as he walk in the room
We shootin’ out windows and we shootin’ straight out the sunroof
We got drums on our guns, and we blow them niggas like a flute
She’s a triflin’ girl man, I could never wife her
I want all the smoke nigga, Don go pass me a lighter
All my niggas suspects, they never gon’ be victims
Head shot, body drop, them niggas gon’ miss him
I been sayin’ “Free Gully” so much, I might just get that shit tatted
I been talkin’‘bout a car so much, I might just get that shit matted black
Spinnin’ back, where you at?
On gang niggas dyin’ that’s a fact
Strikin’ niggas out, Barry Bonds just give me a bat
Niggas they be hidin’, go put money on his head
My favourite colour navy blue, but I see a whole lot of red
He was wearin’ Cartier’s, that’s the reason that he dead
Rob his shoes, take his chain, he don’t need ‘cause he dead
We go do a hit, and shoot at four other niggas just for fun
He does track, and field, good, ‘cause this switch the type to make you run
We got trap money, that’s how we pay for all the bond
Don’t get caught, but if you do, you better play it like you dumb