33rd Blakk Glass Songtext

Chop 'em down Wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you getting called off

Look I'm like Bob the Builder bitch, with the big tool (t-t-t-trra)
30 hanging out, like niggas used to skip school (trra)
R.I.P. Woozy, I'm the nigga you can live through (R.I.P.)
Yeah the big blood with his motherfucking wrist blue
Tell papi through the mail, he could send the bricks through
Got a addy for the touchdown when they get through (what)
Pussy boy, kill that noise
I'm that boy, get who?
Listen, you a bitch
Little nigga, I'm a pit bull
Drop a location, pull up on him, check his temperature
'Cause when we bump heads, make sure you got that energy (grra)
I'ma leave them punks dead, pouring out that Hennessy
Niggas in the trunk dead, niggas can't remember me (what)

Chop 'em down Wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you getting called off Chop 'em down Wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you getting called off

Let's fade away
Into the rain
Don't entertain
What they cannot relate

Little BLAKK GLASS addicted to selling dime sacks (okay)
Pedal down fast, I'm speeding, can't take my time back (what's up)
If you ride with 'em then go ahead and die with 'em
You was happy 'til you against me (yeah)
Came to the conclusion that you hiding from shit
Because ya' mans mysteriously be dying and shit
And that revenge, y'all niggas ain't never take none
Dead friends, that's why I never make none (yeah)

Godzilla with the microwave, cause a heatwave
Ziggler with the suplex slam, make the ground shake
Y'all do too much, feeling pain, you move too much
Proceed like sorry, not sorry

Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off