Lyrics maggots - Gamma

Put a scope on the choppa i won't miss him
Leave his body for the maggots in the ditch
Cut his toes and his fingers right off if
I ever catch this fucker even lookin at my bitch

Put a scope on the choppa i won't miss him
Leave his body for the maggots in the ditch
Cut his toes and his fingers right off if
I ever catch this fucker even lookin at my bitch

I got rock i could try and get you right lil boy
Why you askin how im breakin up the weight
Take the brick of the fish in the pyrex dish
Lil bitch then you cook it up like steak

Flip an ounce on the block like a gymnast
My bitch is askin why my phone is always ringin like a bell
Fiends with the rock on they wish list
Every day is christmas
They always stay ringin up my cell

I ain't fuckin with these crackers
These wack and entitled rappers
Get up on a fucking beat and start lying
They some cappers
I got designer on me, i'm feelin dapper
Glock going on and off like issa clapper

Put a scope on the choppa i won't miss him
Leave his body for the maggots in the ditch
Cut his toes and his fingers right off if
I ever catch this fucker even lookin at my bitch

Put a scope on the choppa i won't miss him
Leave his body for the maggots in the ditch
Cut his toes and his fingers right off if
I ever catch this fucker even lookin at my bitch