Lyrics:
got an SS
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the led
I'm the best of the best and the freshest of the fresh
Got a pistol black out wit
of the conflict was caused by Baron Zemo
Steve stopped Tony from blowin'
Bucky to bit's you could say at this point
The Avengers don't exist
Steven Strange used
the Mets
Sportscenter with the homies she wit it placing a bet
1K or she ain't hearin it
Or takin niggas serious
Prestige S7 hit the corner they on notice
to police
I smoke on OG, I keep it on me
You don't want no smoke, nah, but I give that for free
Hit 'em in his mouth, damn, now he got lockjaw
He ain't
the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we flow like with the mo like
Mo strike wit the fire
Baby I know you say it
know he reppin'
He just a lonely, lonely baby, yeah, baby
Peter Piper picked the pepper
I pulled a stick out, hit him, then I left him
She pulled my
like a penguin
I'm hotter then a pepper my bro he a stepper
Yo mans try to flex on me boy getcho flex up
Boy picked his vest up boy you done messed up
poop
Hit the block one more time
U gone make the morning news
I got the gang wit me
When we walk up inna spot
Got the thang wit me
I'm wit all
spilled ya/ you whipped out kid finish em/ yo its funny how we Mastered early how 730 niggaz got away wit murder come and coma come and get me/ I feasted
trippin'?)
Huh? Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talkin', nigga?
(I ain't say nothin', why you trippin'?)
You're a motherfuckin'
gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm tryna get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt, what
I'm politicking
In case the leak pops
You insane now
The 10 piece meal turned to whole nickel
Hit him with the fye then watch the nigga shrivel
The drums expired, I
complain?
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
When you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in
to kick the game.
Spit yo' game,
Talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
Squeeze your clip and hit the right one
Pass that weed l gotta light one
turnin' off, I'm steady wit' it
Ain't no key to my heart, baby, it's push start
I could get you anything you want, just do ya part
I could fly you anywhere
steppas they Lyin,
Gotta Get Rich Or Die Tryin’,
Smoking A Onion This Shit Got Me Cryin’
If You Play Wit My Name Then You Dyin’
I Talk This Money Shit
body
You talkin for fame
I dont play no games
Hit you n its fuck every invited that came
You aint poppin nigga why you lyne
Foot on the gas see you from
Catch flights to and fro, nigga who you know?
No one important, just another nigga flossing
Gotta seal, what I'm touching is real
You just a clone wit
Pass dat Db
Pass dat G3C
Yea pass dat Db
Rock that shit out here
Yeh Yeh Yay
Im wit' real steppers
Fry yo' ass like lemon pepper
I just killed
and T.I.P you done wrecked 'em this time foo! (time foo)
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In
and T.I.P you done wrecked 'em this time foo! (time foo)
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I
Gassed up now u back on tryin to roll rock
Rollin dice wit ya life, Gettin hype wit ya wife, I bet i hit u in the chest make ya soul shock
Think he fresh
damage done, yeah ya man numbed by the fight here
Popped a pill, now, less feeling like light beer
Still, I'm just trying to say what's on my heart to you
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