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Bands on these niggas heads, ayy
Bow, these niggas dead
Bow bow, ayy, ayy, go
Bow bow, ayy, go
Nigga uh, uh
Go, gang, go, go, Spin
Brrr, Tornado Kid, nigga
Choppa Town, nigga, Tornado Kid

Check it, I got bands on these niggas heads
I be glad when all these niggas dead
Stupid nigga crashed and tried to blame the opps, what kinda shit is that?
Stupid nigga ducked and ran into a shot, that draco split his head
Sprayed my shit and tried to pop my top, but they ain't hit it, yeah
A bitch, I'm not one
A switch, I got one
He think I'm loafin 'cause he don't see me wit' my pistol, my bitch got one
I spray this bitch, (grrrahhh) lets go to war, I bet I drop some
I remember that one summer, them niggas kept dyin', it was a hot summer
Somebody prayin' for this jit, I rarely miss when I be opp huntin'
Them niggas talkin' all that shit in the studio, but never shot nothin'
I never ever dropped a album by myself, but they know I drop some'
These opp niggas only droppin' videos, I catch shorty pop-lockin'
Oh shit, I jump out this bitch and watch me score, I don't need no assist
I'm tryna' walk down, shoot from one centimeter away, bitch, that's how close I get
Let's get to stumble, trip, [?] smack on the floor, started all that rollin' shit
And he went stiff like he paralyzed, that's how I know he hit
(Bow, bow) Choppa in the car, what the f*ck is in the trunk?
It's been this long, he ain't shot nobody, what the f*ck you got that gun for?
On them pills, out my body, bitch I'm bussin', they think I'm drunk, drunk
On them pills, still slidin', I fell asleep in the back of the stunna', yeah
Big smoke, Obama rocks
They don't like me, I stay on some shit, call me Tornado Kid the plumber, yeah
Bust his homie head, that nigga died right in front of him
And that nigga who survived, the dead man, we just ain't runnin' to him
We press shit, stretch shit, nigga check the score
We don't care who you killed, p*ssy nigga, kill some more
f*ck all them old drills you did, p*ssy nigga, drill some more
Choppa like a baby bottle, I'm tryna' hit 'em head to toe (Go)
Oh shit, I jump out this bitch and watch me score, I don't need no assist
You done had that gun too damn long for it not be blowin' shit
My old gun hotter than sun, this bitch scorchin'
It wasn't me, that was the old twin, he ran up and he torched him
I jump out this bitch and watch me score, I don't need no assist
Fah, fah, hit him in his head, now it's over with
You done had that gun too damn long, why you ain't blow shit?
Press Gang, ask them p*ssy niggas who I (dum, dum)

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Songwriter(s): Spinabenz
Record Label(s): 2022 Tornando Kidd
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