DISCO lyrics

[Chorus]
We hit that boy with the, uh-huh
We hit that boy with the, what?
We hit that boy with the fire
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' that Za'
You better pray to the mo'f*ckin' gods
Mexican shooter, I think his name Juan
Wavin' the choppa like magical wand
I get the pack, then I am gone
Came with the gat, came with the gun
I been the same since 1v1
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' a ton
I knew it was up when she put it in a bun
Make it be what? Make it be gone
She put my c*ck up in her tongue
I got a Glock, it got a drum
Run up on me, then I promise it's donе
You smokin' cigarettes, look at your lungs

[Verse]
Choppa go in through his stomach and out through his back
I'm shootin' the choppa, that bit' goin', "Blatt"
If I hang up, b*tch, don't call mе back
Hold up, what the f*ck?
You wanna link? Like, "f*ck no, b*tch"
Can't love no sl*t, can't trust no b*tch
Got a choppa on me, I'ma dump that clip
I don't want your body, just suck on my di*k
Yeah, I put the Wock' in the Gatorade
These lil' n*gga belong in the gay parade
These lil' n*gga be sippin' on Haterade
Said, "I'm finna put Wock' in the Minute Maid"
Said, "I'm finna put Wock' in the lemonade"
Rene is cryppin', no renegade
And I handle the money I get today
Just know a n*gga is gettin' paid
[Interlude]
Ahaha
This sh*t so goofy, n*gga
Haha, aha

[Chorus]
We hit that boy with the, uh-huh
We hit that boy with the, what?
We hit that boy with the fire
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' that Za'
You better pray to the mo'f*ckin' gods
Mexican shooter, I think his name Juan
Wavin' the choppa like magical wand
I get the pack, then I am gone
Came with the gat, came with the gun
I been the same since "1v1"
Smokin' that pack, we smokin' a ton
I knew it was up when she put it in a bun
Make it be what? Make it be gone
She put my c*ck up in her tongue
I got a Glock, it got a drum
Run up on me, then I promise it's done
You smokin' cigarettes, look at your lungs