Brap, Tap, Blookum blookum, Blai blai These little dick heads die, die
Brap, Tap, Blookum blookum, Blai blai These little dick heads die, die
I could have done sent a slug for you niggas But I had to pull the plug for six figures You ain't fucking with me When I clap I buss a round of applause There go rounds out the four Pumping rounds at your door Clack, clack, get down on the floor Rack, tack, your man's in the morgue Wait pause, you ain't real like me Talk about it on the beat But I didn't get whipped in the barbers Shots follow when I bang toys
Brap, Tap, Blookum blookum, Blai blai These little dick heads die, die
Brap, Tap, Blookum blookum, Blai blai These little dick heads die, die
Sitting in the whip on my solo Four fizzy cocked make it go go No shouts outs, no prints, no logo The nickel plates got blood Now Koke brings the Mac and the 38 snub You know we do this thing in the club I'm gonna get the dirty thing and spray 30 man, my brothers like what you saying I'm gonna beat you to death with no fucking spray Count yourself lucky Koke pulled the plug I was waiting on the call in the pub with gloves I ain't got no deal, so I'm itching to blow
Brap, Tap, Blookum blookum, Blai blai These little dick heads die, die
Brap, Tap, Blookum blookum, Blai blai These little dick heads die, die