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My only aim is to get richer
Get lames a lil more bitter
You fucking wit a hot spitter
Shine bright get this bitch lit up
Hold tight took flight now

legs in a L-V
They kno the boy to obnoxious
I'll turn this s**t to a mosh-pit
Jacket is made out of ostrich
Checks to fast they cannot stop em
I might

a bitch gimmie head then you know she a ten
Ima fuck on that bitch wit the glock in my hand
Cause i can not lack if they tryna run in
(cause i can not lack

Gun Clap Music

Onyx

Triggernometry

2003

and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe

Verse 2
I mollywhop put the boy in shock I shuke and jook u better read a book.
see my crown now you better bow down you see me rollin never trolling you

yellin out Geronimo
I console my soul only
Hold my zones lonely
Don't really got a big homie
Just know niccas like me tryna get Money
Used to run wit em

yea drip like a faucet
Ima boss fuck a need with a office
Tell em 2 Mill a settle the offer
No discussion I won't take a order
Got 2 sons & a daughter

step
(Come on)
Tell 'em all what evil is
History was wrote by the victims
(Come on)
If you wanna know follow money
Lizard boy died cause he thought

Come on

Verse 2
Doors open
Ladies first
I need you on the dance floor 
Put away your purse 
If you ain't worried bout a nigga
Tell em save his thirst

Listen up, I got a story to tell

John the Baptist wore wild minks
Strewn out the room with a swoon and a wink
Big body Bethlehem links
Talk

World freestyle, tell 'em niggas don't play with me, Za
That's sixty bars, that sixty thousand (yeah, King Rollins)
Another twenty for the pendant

The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you

find no dirt up on me
That's why they see em reach
I had to be selfish for a minute, yea this shit for me
I give you the playa price my nigga but it

a reason
Wiped his nose like he was sneezing
These bullets left him wheezing
Let me tell you bout my best friend
This is not a Glock
It's a Smith & Wesson
My

define,
The old us, I know ya ex gave you no love,
Know you wanna leave em' tell me what's the hol' up,
Know you got a lot on ya hands,
You don't really

Big Bank

Cognito

Tru Cognizance

go, giocanna eyes low
Two-way E, tell 'em to meet us at Roscoes
Ball til I Fall, that's my motto
In LA, NY even in Flo
Sittin on 'tractin rims
wit

by then 
Have a wife n kids
But on the real
It's more banks to fill
Watched the Grammys 
Said it's a Grammy 
I gotta get
c collab wit Kendrick
I gotta

Weekend bbqs
Whole gang shyt
Chillin with 
My niggas and they kids
Maybe by then 
Have a wife n kids
But on the real
It's more banks to fill
Watched

at me den
No trick daddy
Let her slip n slide on in
Big D.A.W.G.
That's just by appearance
Bump that
Tell ha what she wanna hear
Dip low grab toes
Drunk

don't help
If I saw my son in a dress
Then I'd go and get my belt
Look in the mirror and tell me
What you think about yourself
You need a safe space?

Firing Squad

M.O.P.

Firing Squad

1996

entire earth into a blackout.
Here's the facts about my M.O.P. click.
We get down, roll in deep waters, we drown niggas, leave 'em sensin'.
Yo let it be

I tell 'em, they on it
Don't ever catch me and my niggas broke
We scorin'
Pull up foreigns, different color Range Rov'
I'm tourin' yeah, I'm tourin'

will tell 
Maybe we'll see the day 
But for now when you introduce me 
I just want you to stay

By no means do I take what we have for granted 
But

goals
You rentin' out a casa
I cop Picasos
Shoes by Tom, suede wit pecan soles
I ain't talkin bout the Toms, boy I'm talkin Tom Ford
And You went