Lyrics:
Dirty, three cities all surrounded by dirt roads and some racist codes, hardly
Buried, Philadelphia is filled with the thirties, both clips and the Fetty
I'm a don
Stuntin' on the bitches come back to the 6s
I spit 3s like I'm playin' with the 6s
Bad bitch like she playin' with the mixes
Bad bitches keep
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper, we
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
I heard a lot say I sound like their favorite rapper
That song you put out is trash, go put in the crapper
Wasn't out on vacation, I was on my feet
I heard a lot say I sound like their favorite rapper
That song you put out is trash, go put in the crapper
Wasn't out on vacation, I was on my feet
man, Burn me up a trash can
Light up an offering, call it Halocaustin'
I paint like Picasco, pour me macchiato
Never lacked an encore, so I stay rhymes
now
I throw down with you half-ass rappers
And stuff your garbage rhymes inside trash compactors
[Louis Logic]
I'm a Demigod, what'd you expect? From
trash what you rapping for
I treat every track like a rapping war
Since a jit, this the shit I had passion for
Don't ask a nigga what he's snapping for
like Crizzy kill
Look around all you see is hundred dollar bills
My stacks sitting talker than a six inch hill
Fifty's all in my pocket
Hundreds all in
fully automatics
Mad Max with the black MAC
Left his body parts in a trash bag
Up in Visit's talkin' past glass
Now, it's buyin' dinners eatin' crab legs
got a fast car, no, I'm not a walker
And I do this shit that I rap
I'm not a talker
Look, I got the walker from my grandma
Coolin' on the west side,
fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
pass, pass
Juggling this bitch no tax, tax
In the studio spitting fax
(No cap, no cap)
To the max, max
Loving this bitch to the climax
3D vision no IMAX
to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
player, I'm very fair to my soul
Sorry that I destroyed you, it is only game bro
Can always say: ""It's my bad!"",no I'm not a trash talker
I think I'm
get drop
Take what you have then it's back to the block
Fuck now we're getting tailed by cops
You can call us some angry birds
Cuh the pigs wanna see us
the fuck you think they asking niggas
Fucked yo bag up, but I'm in mine, so why you mad at niggas (Mad at niggas)
Move it all in a day, we back loaded by
In a Hellcat, going fast I might Paul Walker
Playing dirty games in the streets, I'm a shit talker
You got Hydrophobia, swear to god you don't drip
nothing bout these aerials
Can't tell me nothing bout these flip resets
Y'all trash talkers out here hitting me with the what a saves
I ain't forget about
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