minutemen (feat. The Static Twins) [prod. Manu] by dolla bro$

@dollabros x @user-917006118 lyrics: [D Fent] i like to call him 7 cuz he ate (8) my fuckin 9 i been boolin with his bitch and he mad cuz she a dime (10) i pull the mac-11 if he think that he gon' slide thats a fully automatic buss it at the fuckin 12, then they dyin thats a glock switch, poppin, later get to moppin better gimme bread or take this lead, there ain't no option you ain't make no cash, imma dash, you needa lock in now he gettin mad, and it's sad cuz im poppin pop the glock out, the mobs out thirty-ought-six shots, i carry the hot rounds yo bitch a bop, she takin cock now yo shit gon' flop, but you talk loud you movin like an opp, i cock it back 'fore i clock out slide witta blade but i came wit a k bih aim with precision, i ain't even gotta spray shi taggin up they wip, now they names onna waitlist thats a triple hommie, turn their gangstas into patients [Cody Z] pulled up, shootin like a minuteman fuckin on yo bitch, spin around, she always been a fan geekin on that cart, lightin opps like its kyrgyzstan damn hoe, givin good head, named her roxanne you always hear me wit the blick, got a ruler clip fuck it ion give a shit, shot the whole clique bitches always want the dick, let her ride that shit bitch you hear the hellcat cruisin past the scat pack fuckin with the melody, not a remedy slap the hoe for sayin shit like we in the 70s you pull up blastin shit, but i got all the specialties 23 down, i ain't never caught no felonies now we smooth again next i pull up, blastin shit like a hooligan never a miss a shot in my life, I'm always locked in posted with the static twins, the whole block dead [Lil Cence] Sippin on the tea not the minute made lemonade Tryna knock us down but we all know we’re first place 240 on the rave sippin Hennessey Told that bitch I was worry free Mixing up with some morphine Dirty soda pop make a body drop Try to play bitch you is blocked From the west side were we rock Ak47 fuck a Glock Put em Ina box Make his momma sob Count up racks mouths drop Lemon squeezie pocket cheesy Count this shit up way to easy Spitting on beats way to breezy All yall cappin got me sneezing [VVR Shiesty] tryna catch me a opp I got 30 in the mag He was talkin all that shit he got hit up with a Mac I ain’t talking about McDonalds when I’m riding with a Mac There’s a switchy on the back leave his brain on the dash He be dissing on the net because he know we got the cash If I spend it better know I get it back Ima bend yo bitch over she gon ride like roller coaster FMJ And 308 that bitch knock out his motor Bro calling on my trap phone it’s a Motorola My bitch like coke I ain’t talking Coca Cola I don’t sip sprite drink that shit out the bottle Shawty she a 10 out of 10 she a model She ride me like a Harley but she go full throttle He got shot up in the legs now he walking with a waddle Left his ass in the ground now he a human fossil [Lil Cence] pop a perk then I pass the bottle Hit it go full throttle Shawty call me minute man like I’m Paul revere That bitch talk to much had to hit her with a beer the twins got em going cheers Sippin on my Malibu I never see clear