Shane Battier lyrics

Yeah
Bad b*tch with me she on Rolling Stone
Shoot up your damn block, party get postponed
Took that boy damn wock, bust it down two tone
I measure the wock, with the silicone
Can't pay attention, I'm too gone
Young n*ggas to high, so stop calling my phone
Bullseye, we shot the fire right at his dome
Fore, my shooters shot, hit that damn lick then I'm gone
pus*y, do you want roast beef?
If I catch that boy slipping leave him dead meat
I ain't billie but I pull the Glock out my jeans
Free baby EBG my n*gga just a teen, huh
Take that boy off cause he green
I tote sticks and I drink lean
Taking f*ck n*ggas off since im 15
I ain't goin for nothin try to blitz me, huh
Baby whoa, and don sensei
Me and Sito free ain't no morе free Jefe
Bust a nut on her facе said it look like leche
Said the band gang go out bad, n*gga it's no way
Slit my damn throat, fore I talk to jakes
Made seven bands n*gga last May
Four bad b*tches, that'll last me
Drag him by his hair, pull his crochet
Shoot a f*ck n*gga like Shane Battier
He play with the mob get him outta here
Baby life knock him off we don't play fair
I'm gon finish that job, they can stay here