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Head down low while tensions high
Human nature leaves little surprise
Move ghostly till we're ready to strike
If Ebreo's got his Gucci Bag then hell's

Uh
Head to toe, you're lookin' like the baddest in the room
Just want to know if we can go and make a another move
So consumed with my life, I need

my zone, Nigga run up, then his head getting blown

She gettin' mad, I won't answer my phone
But I've been to the her to just leave me alone
Niggas

And you know I smoke a doobie
Stop by Yusuf for a loosie
Hop in something that got that two seats Yeah
Shout out to my home Thusi Yeah
Gotta hustle keep it

people out here tryna let that gun blow and they tryna win
An people die by messages some people live by sin
Hot headed young nigga tryna take cold showers

much
I think I think too much
I think I think too much

A man shaped by his surroundings
Lounging in angst
Take an ant hill and make a mountain
Exude

started from da bottom
Now you in a hearse
(Maaaaaddddd)
Stop talkin
We at his funeral
(Damn)
Show some respect
Or you can get it to
(Yea)
And she can get

No. 8

Statik Selektah

8

2017

quick to smash a cutie
Even if she bad and bougie
Monogram Gucci, Jacuzzi
Now that's a future movie
I'm Benny Blanco with a weapon runnin' by

and now I'm Gucci, head to toe
These shoes, they cost a twenty-eight, I hustle first and don't be late
A young nigga who paid his way, and never cracked up

a shot with my bitch, nah
Probably block
Hunnid shots left him Human Torched
We got his body hot soon as she wake up
She gon' treat me like a lollipop
You

just singin my song
driiiiivin down the freeway
life already fast so i'm movin along
driiiivin down the freeway
blowin my smoke all by myself, just

You off serving three pills
The Glock by the steering wheel
You must think you Obama, huh?
You ridin' 'round causin' problems
You think nobody

Pourin' Up

Bun B

New Kid on the Block

2006

the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like

Pourin' Up

Pimp C

Da Bottom Vol. 9

2006

the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like

Pourin' Up

UGK

Drank Epidemic, Vol. 2

2006

the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like

Gun Play

Prodigy

H.N.I.C.

2000

And they get sent to the E-are
I see why'all flashing, diamond, dancing, shining
Keep your head up
Cause you'll get wet up
Flashing diamonds, dancing,

with us
You don't shoot shit, you the 12th man
Bad bitch, hit her with the Gucci
I'm the Belt Man catch a package early
I was dapping up the mailman
Baby

cll lyrics written by Sinizter

Pussyboy doin' that boastin'/
When I'm pullin' he be chokin'/
Nine in my right I be totin'/
Snatch his soul right out

Her favorite hobby is a giving head Pipe game left her pigeon legged

My daddy worried about commissary so I put some money on his books
My bitch

Chorus 

I had to pick myself up by my bootstraps
although he was handsome and what not in his Gucci cap
but he wasn't treating yo girl right
Can't have

Twitter
Take that bread and invest in your niggas
She say where your brain 
It would seem that it's missing 
Them chicken heads I'm increasing my distance

a snake
I'm living my life
I'm just trying to be great
Don't look in my face
And then tell me a lie
Boi i know you a snitch
That didn't come by surprise

Sensei with senses
I'm going harder than a Persian
With his Benzes
And Gucci coat
And rollie gold
And sushi roll
In Hollywood
Mansion, passion

be buggin'
He all bout his money 
They know that the kid bout ta pop 
They know that I get to the bag, not about to brag 
I make the ground shake when