

Prompt / Lyrics
[Loop] Pop pop bang bang boom boom. What u think this is little bitch. Twist yo head rite off. Leave your bitch body in a ditch. Come wit it little snitch theff. Vraaappp brappp pop pop got ya bleedin out now won't save ya watching you die slow. Feel it that's your fault mother fukka. [Vers] What it izz little bitch. Should left my money be and my name thr same completely out ya mouth. Now you just taste blood mother fukker. How's that lunch for ya. Fed that led to ya. Pop pop who thought I'd get ya. Not you. Punk mother fukker. Bleeding out slowly feeling ever sec for each dolla listening to ya gargle trying to breathe. Don't worry will save you before death comes for ya. Let you feel this for a couple days. [Loop] Pop pop bang bang boom boom. What ua think this is little bitch. Twist yo head rite off. Leave your bitch body in a ditch. Come wit it little snitch theff. Vraaappp brappp pop pop got ya bleedin out now won't save ya watching you die slow. Feel it that's your fault mother fukka. [Vers] Different plans ideas and way's to let ya pay but you a runner so had to take out those leags. Grave dishion on that day. Salty wounds keep ya awake. Easy like a no bake. Watching you shake withdrawals make you ready to die. Not yet little guy. Got plans for the rest of your bitch ass life. Cartel style ending for you eventually. Limb by limb your gonna be completely awake. Turn yiu into a little nub bleeding and floppin like a bitch fish should have thought before robbing me. Fire ants getting the rest of yiu very slowly. [Loop] Pop pop bang bang boom boom. What ua think this is little bitch. Twist yo head rite off. Leave your bitch body in a ditch. Come wit it little snitch theff. Vraaappp brappp pop pop got ya bleedin out now won't save ya watching you die slow. Feel it that's your fault mother fukka. [Vers] Mother fukker fukked my shit up now your in a box with bugs. No arms or legs a punk peg covered in bug bites hoping to die. Patients mother fukk. Gotta take those eyes first. No surprise. Keeping yiu alive. Self prison for the rest of your life. [Loop] Pop pop bang bang boom boom. What ua think this is little bitch. Twist yo head rite off. Leave your bitch body in a ditch. Come wit it little snitch theff. Vraaappp brappp pop pop got ya bleedin out now won't save ya watching you die slow. Feel it that's your fault mother fukka.
Tags
Hip-Hop. Gangster rap. Funny story. Deep base. Dubstep. Pimp music. Love jams. Male vocals. Female vocals. Rnb. edm.
2:24
No
8/10/2025