Don't Make Me Testo
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Testo Don't Make Me
Featuring Fred The Godson
(Chorus)
Don't make me pull out the heat on my blast
Don’t make me pull out the heat on my blast
Make me pull out the heat on my blast
On my blast, on my blast
(Verse 1)
You know the 9 to shake , spine to break on your face Carry in the heat lines or moaning in 98
Rappers is senseless!
I put your brains on your contract
You think you can mind your business?
You know I block them from this hell, scare them
I got the slugs in the shotgun, paying man a Hail Mary
Fred The Godson, limited, awesome
Put the gun on your brother, get in the car son
Platinum on my diamonds my shooters gotta eat the spread
I ran on infrareds, I call it the Lisa Ray
Are you kidding? Lisa Ray, diamond
Wave on the street, don' pay ,time it!
College boy calling you up, eyes now
I won’t be judge by no one, not even Simon
My gunmen they go by assignmant
My personal consignment, whatever , you’re dying?
Fred!
(Chorus) x2
Don't make me pull out the heat on my blast Don’t make me pull out the heat on my blast
Make me pull out the heat on my blast
On my blast, on my blast
(Verse 2)
Uh, gotta eat without kill a nigga ego
Mood trust, you think you Nino
So I make you freeze up like Tivo
Trying to have a big heart like Tibo
You ain’t never sided on a nigga we know
Help me chill, it ain’t even your Cee Lo
I shoot the whole clip on reload
Er'body know I got a shot like E-Low
You ain't no Chubby stay with that call boy
Gotta back up you and your home boy
Got two bullets just for you two niggas
Giving up two shots, bang, bang, go boy!
I ain’t never been down that fake shit
Banana kush finna to go ape shit
Get your cake strip, and your face hit
You better pay to God that your face lift
My gun was nice, you made it, man
I spray the man, try to aim the blast
No flesh, got a beam on it
Kids think we’re playing laser tag
High school, we was blazing grass
Moving way my slade back
Captain niggas, that’s just for fun
You’re lucky as shit you made it past!
Killing, ain’t no stopping off
I'm popping off, I’m popping back
I got the cracking, still be cocking back at niggas stalking caps
Pause, kamikaze flow, shooting since the snooty know
Problems and the Shawty blow, say goodnight, adios!
(Chorus) x2
Don't make me pull out the heat on my blast
Don’t make me pull out the heat on my blast
Make me pull out the heat on my blast
On my blast, on my blast
(Chorus)
Don't make me pull out the heat on my blast
Don’t make me pull out the heat on my blast
Make me pull out the heat on my blast
On my blast, on my blast
(Verse 1)
You know the 9 to shake , spine to break on your face Carry in the heat lines or moaning in 98
Rappers is senseless!
I put your brains on your contract
You think you can mind your business?
You know I block them from this hell, scare them
I got the slugs in the shotgun, paying man a Hail Mary
Fred The Godson, limited, awesome
Put the gun on your brother, get in the car son
Platinum on my diamonds my shooters gotta eat the spread
I ran on infrareds, I call it the Lisa Ray
Are you kidding? Lisa Ray, diamond
Wave on the street, don' pay ,time it!
College boy calling you up, eyes now
I won’t be judge by no one, not even Simon
My gunmen they go by assignmant
My personal consignment, whatever , you’re dying?
Fred!
(Chorus) x2
Don't make me pull out the heat on my blast Don’t make me pull out the heat on my blast
Make me pull out the heat on my blast
On my blast, on my blast
(Verse 2)
Uh, gotta eat without kill a nigga ego
Mood trust, you think you Nino
So I make you freeze up like Tivo
Trying to have a big heart like Tibo
You ain’t never sided on a nigga we know
Help me chill, it ain’t even your Cee Lo
I shoot the whole clip on reload
Er'body know I got a shot like E-Low
You ain't no Chubby stay with that call boy
Gotta back up you and your home boy
Got two bullets just for you two niggas
Giving up two shots, bang, bang, go boy!
I ain’t never been down that fake shit
Banana kush finna to go ape shit
Get your cake strip, and your face hit
You better pay to God that your face lift
My gun was nice, you made it, man
I spray the man, try to aim the blast
No flesh, got a beam on it
Kids think we’re playing laser tag
High school, we was blazing grass
Moving way my slade back
Captain niggas, that’s just for fun
You’re lucky as shit you made it past!
Killing, ain’t no stopping off
I'm popping off, I’m popping back
I got the cracking, still be cocking back at niggas stalking caps
Pause, kamikaze flow, shooting since the snooty know
Problems and the Shawty blow, say goodnight, adios!
(Chorus) x2
Don't make me pull out the heat on my blast
Don’t make me pull out the heat on my blast
Make me pull out the heat on my blast
On my blast, on my blast
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