Lyrics:
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie
act right lay low
We know where yo family live
Trust me you don't want me up in yo grill
Wit a ski mask on duct taping your kids
You can pray all
bust on indo dreams
Uhh, I don't be fuckin with keys
Rock the shell-top, or pin-striped Lee's
I could write a song make a hundred G's
You went back
arm
Bust and rollin' my pinky
Ooh Pulling up what's in yo cup
Ooh sippin' it's pinky
Ooh Look at my pinky
Look at my pinky and it's winkin'
Got yo
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
the street
Why don't those girlies let you walk by
Why?
(Cause I'm fly)
Yo yo yo, Kool G
You're a cool brother, man
Got all the girlies on yours
Tell me why
and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passing by these haters like we got all A's
[Backbone]
Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street?
Nothing but
carpet burns off the rug
And to get nutted on by nine niggaz with diamond grills and guns
And how you got on my microphone and sung a sixteen
Ya
the nigga stuck down the raw
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
fiendin like a smoker
On my way to the mall, yo what's the plan I can't call it
He said, "How much ya got?" I'm pullin the lint out my wallet
I said,
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
Back and forth,
niggas, I grill 'em (grill 'em), I don't play by no rules (cutthroat)
Hell nah, these racks won't bend up, hell yeah, these hoes gon' choose (choose)
Hell
God, my reality
I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
In the Middle of some Stick-Stick now Finished at Last
By The Mastermind yo-yo-yo-yo The Mastermind recognize recognize the Mastermind peep game playa
my dick up in yo' wife, raw dog
Now we got a son on the way
The call yours, I ignore laws
Break rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves
We
Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
takin muthafuckas out like dentures
[Hook: Carolyn Rodriguez x2]
Niggas in my click be strapped & deadly
Bust 'til they shit get jammed or empty
Ride
[Chorus]
I'm talkin' to you
Sucker nigga you can stunt all ya want to stunt
I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talking to you)
Fuck nigga you
driving by on I-95
I pull the arrow back
Why instigate if you can't face yo fate
You're pitiful
Breakin yo face with the mace
It ain't a fixable
I'm gonna
my business shawty? Go head stay in yo lane
I could crack a smile, but I'm tryna wait till I get a grill with the fangs
My heart been turned cold, now
Hey yo it's all love
But love's got a thin line
And Pun's got a big nine
Respect crime but not when it reflect mine
The shit I'm on is wrong but it
a porcupine how sharp am I?
But niggas wanna bring out the dark in I
But me I'm so bright I keep walking by
Keep barking hater yeah ya talk a lot but me
I'm
I bust through the hole like McFadden on Madden
A matter of fact, that's a after effect
If the crime don't fit, then I'm takin' it back, now
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