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a bully's Best Day Ever
With those Nike's on your feet
Coming through Blue Slide Park
I'm gon' rob this chump
On a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump
I Know your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
OG Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little
With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller's

East-coast parties, west-coast cap peelers
Little monkey niggaz turn gorilla's
Stoped in
[Featuring Mac Mr. Serv On] 
[C Murder] 
Yeah check this shit out. This is for all my real tank dogs 
My No Limit soldiers out there buying my
Ghetto of the Mind... 

I catch a body at a party  sort of herbal with the verbal 
Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle
party hard and we duckin' from them cop cars
This Mac Miller, Montana
Smoking blunts, bad bitches on camera
Took a second and got tatted on my neck
ugh
We flow for about five years ago
When we lost a down
But I had fifth of the game
But I knew that one day
That sooner or later it got to come
sedan my ass
See how mad you act when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a fucking taxi cab to go shopping
Affable guy next door is laughable
My next
sedan my ass
See how mad you act when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a fucking taxi cab to go shopping
Affable guy next door is laughable
My next
I'm a show ya how to ball out
Really go all out
Stop by twenty-fifth
And rock all the stores out
Fly through the burrow
And Coup with the doors out
Hustler
Before FIFTHS, before MACS, before TECS WITH MUFFLERS

The days before your boy Lazy Laze put his trust in us
Before dudes, from other crews was
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
me
In some quiet town tying it down
That's right Mac still supplying it now
By the pounds, stop trying it now
I got my mind right nigga
(Talking)

Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by
Aside from the fast cars
Hunnies that shake they a** at bars
You know you wouldn't be involded
With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller
for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp!Whomp!)

Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call
Kleenex cats who stay full of germs 
We hit Fifth Ave, while why'all still hit Stern's 
Don't really care bout why'all, really hear bout why'all 
Yo
the color purple
My niggaz comin' through and still hurt you
Wipe y'all Kleenex cats who stay full of germs
We hit Fifth Ave, while y'all still hit Stern's
and hypnotized by the piece swingin back and forth from Queens n****z
We thug ya party out lock down the bar section
We never check our coats, 'cause we got
and hypnotized by the piece swingin back and forth from Queens niggaz
We thug ya party out lock down the bar section
We never check our coats, cuz we got
tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties
While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
Call the ambulance, this
with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than most niggas
tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties
While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
Call the ambulance, this