Lyrics:
Yeah
This Underground Intensity
I go by the name of BlackSmith
And up first, we got the deaf Deala
Kickin' this shit off
We call this street science
They just do what they told, by showing me gratitude
I won't pop up and scrap with you. I pull up, send shots, Grim reaper come after you
This stick
top
Fucked on ya bitch, we gone fuck on ya thot
If that nigga run up then that nigga get got
Y'all niggas is pussy, you talkin' real hot
All in ya head
I'm sponsored by bape
Superhero I throw on a cape
Camouflage off the head of the ape
Check my pockets they full of that pape
Turnt up and I'm sweating
of my nigga gonna hop in a range
Fuck all them bitches that give me the pain
Say you gonna ride but can you stand the rain
Me and lil Twizzy hardest in
Dive in that pussy girl know how I’m movin’
Overseas Drip she ain’t never seen a shoota
Ice Cream jeans we ain’t shoppin on computers
Born with the style
real plow plow plow
Ye I got me a lil
Fuck that I'm ready to pop me a pill
Let's turn this motherfucker up up
Turn this fucker up
You looking too long
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
the fucking day away
All so that I could ease my pain
Girl you lookin fine in that fucking sundress
Riding into sunset
Make that pussy wet like a ski jet
Two-face bitches pop out when it's dark
I ain't finna waste time if I don't feel a spark on sight
That pussy gon' make me wan' fight
Gotta go,
yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)
Championship on my ring
I make my bitches
And them same five hoes tryna roll on a beanbag (Uhh)
Pop pussy on a 10 (Pop pussy on a 10)
Pussy good, but it better with her best friend
Hit that club
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
Her heart beatin' by the racin' but we gotta pace it
Sit on my face, that pussy wet like she fresh out the lake and
I milked this place, I beat
got to pop it like this but you knew that
That's why I started talking my shit to get thru that
Look you better say it to my face
Cause I never fuck
Punish that pussy im the dean
Finger fucker flick the bean
But im bout my money not the streets
Streets leave you broke and i dont need a fix
Bitch
the reputation underway
I was with my brother Jay when I heard that he run away
Sleepin' at my grandma's, memorials right up the road
Pop, pop, the block hot,
So much pain, devastate
Lonely nights, I relate
Mary Jane, alleviate
The rose that grew from concrete won’t decay
They say time heals but don’t say
pop a nigga)
My brother 3Three (baow)
He get the drop so I can fold ya (oh, that beat bangin', nigga)
I thought I told ya
Hold on, my wife not
bank diamonds in my pinky ring
See this money I made it, baby shake it for daddy
Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a Lil' Scrappy
And niggas
bank diamonds in my pinky ring
See this money I made it, baby shake it for daddy
Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a Lil' Scrappy
And niggas
told her first girl pop that pussy like a Zany
Plan B they come in handy
Nut on her cheeks like her name Sandy
But I'm fucking Mandy she catching feeling
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
is you
The hell I be thru made me like this so don’t judge me
Text up money its a murder at your drop around like 2 pussy
No games broksi gon let it
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