380 On That Ass lyrics

(Prodeje)
Go on, remember that shit you was kickin off
Peace to my motherfuckin nine

(Spice-1)
Yeah I remember that old shit

(Prodeje)
So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what?

(Spice-1)
Yeah, I`m gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don`t even fuck with the nine no more half

(Prodeje)
Man don`t you know the Nina is the shit?

(Spice-1)
Motherfucker, one E-C-I-P-S is like a murderer
P-E-A-C-E to my motherfuckin nine servin ya
Cause I don`t give a fuck who you are
Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga
I`m makin the murda shit to kick you in your ass a bit
380 puckin up on that ass come and test me bitch
You don`t know who the fuck you`re steppin to my nigga row
I`ll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do`
My chrome is shining like new money and it`s kinda funny
I keep one bullet up in the chamber (????) sunny
Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip
Thinkin 187 proof nigga come take a sip
I`m sick, as fuck I`ll do a drive-by in a black hearse
And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst
187 on an undercover P-I-G
They better duck when they see the chrome 3-AD
I`m thin as see I`m suicidal I don`t give a fuck
So if my face wrinkle up everybody duck
I rush a nigga bust a bigger hole in his ass
Cause hollow tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast
The bullet fucked ya when I bucked ya it was instant death
187,000 g motherfucker rest
The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit

(Chorus: Spice-1)
380 on that ass bitch
B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-Blast at 3
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