Pussy - BBG Baby Joe, Drum Dummie

Drum Dummie

Ayy, say look, check this out, lil' bitch, you

We hit the club, you heard me?

I’m full of drugs and I’ll do you

We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters

Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet 'em

You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal

And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better

We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters

Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet

You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal

And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better

On the block with no shirt on, he strapped up with that heater

All ten, he hit the K, he gon' dig if he see the people

I see an opp, he do him dirty, got thirty stuffed in the nina

Don’t give a fuck about the people, I catch 'em, I leave 'em

And I been doin' this shit for a long time

Sit back and hit charade and won’t, I’m ridin' behind mine

Shit, I do magic with the Draco, shit I step and blow

Shit throw me back, two by two, I’m on the road, ho

And we don’t get checked at the door, Tyda snuck in the pole

We did it boppin', do our thing, and we rock all the shows

And I ain’t goin' back and forth, lil' bitch know we can roll

I hit your city, any state, bitch, I be throwin' fours

We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters

Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet 'em

You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal

And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better

We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters

Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet

You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal

And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better

I love to entertain that bullshit, I been on that messy shit

Mom ain’t raised no ho, ain’t got no mind, nigga know we can hit

All that Instagram thuggin', he get likes, he really bought shit

In that water behind my brothers, we spin billies, then we pop shit

Nigga got off one 'cause he heard they put twelve in they mix

Wonder why every time a nigga die, yeah, that gang that nick

All that cappin' in them songs, that’s what make them bitches hit

And we don’t do all that talkin', he pull up, then I’ma send a blitz

And we renamed this bitch, it’s called that gang gang regular

We hit the club fresh to death, them hoes be dick grabbin'

Lil' partner, he for play, hold my shirt, please don’t grab me

Inside shows, don’t play outside, it’s gon' get nasty

We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters

Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet 'em

You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal

And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better

We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters

Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet

You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal

And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better