Lyrics:
(SplurgeTheGod made another one)
Nigga I'm cutthroat, on B Jizzle, nigga
Fuck you talking ’bout? (Woah oh, oh)
Trey walk 'em down gang, gang
Hit us
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
fucks with me
Can a gangster go to Heaven? Let me in
I call it survival, you call it a sin
Damn, I got a story to tell
Yeah, I got a story to tell
Yeah,
cuz you know I neva run
Gotta problem wit the kid bet my fists can be the sum
I can do this by myself I told my brodas not to come
I put fear in you
safe I flipped and hit â??em wit more shit
Chorus 2X:
Teflon:
Introducin' the best kept secret
It's no sweet shit I
risen above we got no more love
Peace turtle dove.
Do we need em?
We dont need em (dad)
We dont need em (trey)
We dont need em
We dont need em
We dont
the
Gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense,
Ain't no fucking wit me I don't Have time to be wasting with You
Getting to it, interstate yeah I Really do it
Interstate bitch I really move it
you
I can not love no more
These streets can't take my bro
They took my heart and soul
Can't tell wat day I'll go
Nahh nahhh
I can't fuck wit that bitch
that you put up your nose
Fuck friends cause they turn into foes
It's the same old shit that's just how life goes
I'm getting cheese
Drop the top to feel
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
bitch
Might make the bitch famous if i put her in my next shit
I get respect around this bitch so niggas fuck wit me
You aint my mans boy you aint even
from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in
wit out cha
So who is you, I aint fallin a victim to
These weak minded no soul havin puppets who
Would sell they soul for the benz or the beamer
But
switch up in like two days
Thats why i be by myself
They annoying like a toothache
Bumping head
Know i got more beef then two steaks
But i know im good
How
'Cause when they catch me without my heat, and I'm thuggin'
In tha streets and I'm rollin'
Thuggin' by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us
walk
Don’t fuck with me
Bitch what you thought it was
Don’t talk, don’t breathe
When I walk by
Don’t fuck with me
I won’t say no names
But I’ll
the games that you play
And if you ever fuck wit' us
Whole team shootin' like it's 2 K
Fresh up outta, in the joint
They shoulda never let me out, nigga
Don't
game off into amphetamines
Looked around and had a small Wallgreens
Put tha word out on tha street, don't you fuck wit my fiends
Them niggas around tha
a toll I don't
Know who you are no more
Walter white
Sacrifice
They wanna take my life
But they don't see the signs
Made my name off the pack I sold
The hesitation was defiant
Im probably F-in it up
Dam Bled you suck
Quit criticizing me
It's Obviously, never enough
You want more?
Being poor is not helping no
building
Feel the drama building
Told why'all niggas don't fuck wit P
I said fuck rap and a verse
I get down like the bishops, wit the way you clap
Dog)
Roof-ROOF! (No, you don't wanna do it)
You don't wanna fuck wit MS
(You don't wanna fuck wit MS)
It's Man-Slaughter (Keep the stems blessed)
Comin
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
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