red dot - hollywood goonie & bat boy bankie lyrics
[intro]
(dj kidd, this a hit for sure)
[chorus: bat boy bankie]
yeah, f*ck what they said (hah, hah)
f*ck what they said (hah)
yeah, ar*15 put a red dot on his head (brrt, brrt, brrt)
yeah, p*ssy n*gga made his bed (yuh, yuh, yuh)
r.i.p., lay him down to rest (bam)
yeah, f*ck what they said (yuh*yuh)
yeah, f*ck what they said (yuh*yuh, yuh, yuh)
yeah, glock 19 put a green dot on his head (brrt, brrt, brrt)
yeah, i’m r*t*rded, i forgot my meds (i’m tellin’ ya, man!)
yeah, rubberband money gang and f*ck the rest (fah, fah), yeah
[verse 1: richyy otto & bat boy bankie]
hundred*round drum, fill it with hollows
i walked in, my n*gga with me, i’m richyy otto
yeah, n*ggas still settin’ the trends these n*ggas follow
ooh, give a f*ck n*gga the flame, i feel like a pyro (brrt, brrt, brrt)
ooh, i’ma wrap my money like, “mommy” (um, um, um)
hmm, b*tch come chew the d*ck like gummy (chew like gummy)
yeah (ooh, brrt), that’s the sound of the drum*y (brrt, baow, pew*pew)
yeah, put one in his head and one in his tummy
yeah, black*on*black like a emo, yeah (say what?)
dress in all*black like a negro (he say what?)
m&p 12, shoot it like free throw (shoot it like free throw)
yeah, don’t trust my n*ggas, they fishy like nemo
[chorus: bat boy bankie]
yeah, f*ck what they said (hah, hah)
f*ck what they said (hah)
yeah, ar*15 put a red dot on his head (brrt, brrt, brrt)
yeah, p*ssy n*gga made his bed (yuh, yuh, yuh)
r.i.p., lay him down to rest (bam)
yeah, f*ck what they said (yuh*yuh)
yeah, f*ck what they said (yuh*yuh, yuh, yuh)
yeah, glock 19 put a green dot on his head (brrt, brrt, brrt)
yeah, i’m r*t*rded, i forgot my meds (i’m tellin’ ya, man!)
yeah, rubberband money gang and f*ck the rest (fah, fah), yeah
[verse 2: richyy otto]
bought a motherf*ckin’ ak, it got a drum in it
they told me to get off the streets but lil’ otto be stuck in it
i hit that lil’ ho right from the back, it got her cummin’ quick
how you say you runnin’ up a sack and you just fumbled it?
baby, is that ass real? come and let me touch it, then
swipin’ all these credit cards, third card let me punch in
i can’t let these lil’ f*ck n*ggas play me, i can’t trust a friend
every time i walk inside a [?] i spend a couple bands
he ain’t never seen a fifty ball, that’s too much for him
if i f*ck a n*gga b*tch i promise he can’t f*ck again
you can ask the opps ’bout otto ’cause they know what’s up with him
if a n*gga say it’s on the floor, you know it’s stuck with him
how you say that you’re ceo and he look kinda fraud
he said that he put me on
this lil’ boy is not a boss
everybody know who run this sh*t, i ain’t gotta talk
everybody know who run this sh*t like i ain’t gotta walk
[chorus: bat boy bankie]
yeah, f*ck what they said (hah, hah)
f*ck what they said (hah)
yeah, ar*15 put a red dot on his head (brrt, brrt, brrt)
yeah, p*ssy n*gga made his bed (yuh, yuh, yuh)
r.i.p., lay him down to rest (bam)
yeah, f*ck what they said (yuh*yuh)
yeah, f*ck what they said (yuh*yuh, yuh, yuh)
yeah, glock 19 put a green dot on his head (brrt, brrt, brrt)
yeah, i’m r*t*rded, i forgot my meds (i’m tellin’ ya, man!)
yeah, rubberband money gang and f*ck the rest (fah, fah)
[verse 3: hollywood goonie]
kickin’ doors at 15 with ar*15s
young hyena in the jungle, i’ll do anything
i ain’t have a og to go under the wing
single mom livin’ in the hood, i had to serve a fiend
real ones do, b*tch i’m ready, i’ll show you what this pistol do (lemme get that)
blackin’ out, smackin’ sh*t, n*gga that’s what that liquor do
k!llin’ n*ggas ’cause i’m mad, i’ma show you what hitler do (what? what?)
my name burnt out in the streets, i hit a l!ck or two
stand over a n*gga, leave his brains on the curb (hrrt)
i ain’t mean to k!ll him, i was geek*er than a nerd
drugs had me out my body so i did him worse
playin’ crazy with the goonie n*gga, that’ll get you murked (brrt, bah, bah, bah, bah)
[chorus: bat boy bankie]
yeah, f*ck what they said (hah, hah)
f*ck what they said (hah)
yeah, ar*15 put a red dot on his head (brrt, brrt, brrt)
yeah, p*ssy n*gga made his bed (yuh, yuh, yuh)
r.i.p., lay him down to rest (bam)
yeah, f*ck what they said (yuh*yuh)
yeah, f*ck what they said (yuh*yuh, yuh, yuh)
yeah, glock 19 put a green dot on his head (brrt, brrt, brrt)
yeah, i’m r*t*rded, i forgot my meds (i’m tellin’ ya, man!)
yeah, rubberband money gang and f*ck the rest (fah, fah), yeah
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