Lyrics:
And then I had to turn into a savage
I sent you big to the trenches with your baggage
Left you for dead, you get ate up by the maggots
I'm the Mac Pro
Man, it's like four of them niggas in one car, and ain't nobody phone ringing
Crack a nigga, bitch, in some fuckin' bathing ape
Early in
copy how I move but they won't get away with burglary
Bitch I mix it up, switch it up that's diversity
The way i'm addin' pros like a grad from
by now you learned your lesson
Fucking around with no protection
So emphasize this, stressin the point, and analyze this
Don't get caught, with
My chrome hearts got me fuckin' with these fine dimes
You by my side, everybody else I cut ties
Aye, I don't fold
I'm doing good and you doing so-so
pass up no pooty
She started strippin' at the door, oh goody
I got in that ass with the quickness
Fuckin' her down with the diznick
I didn't have
(LYNXX4L)
Ever since I stepped in a room again with you
I should have thought about fuckin' with you
I am depressed, I think I need a rest (Yuh)
(LYNXX4L)
Ever since I stepped in a room again with you
I should have thought about fuckin' with you
I am depressed, I think I need a rest (Yuh)
talk, so keep at ease
By any means, we get our product, pussy and paper
With tragic ends, at the finish of every caper
Don't blame us homie, cause it's
the fucking pros
Gonna pull up to the coords
Might start a fucking war
Gonna get on my record gotta get me that reward
Then im gonna fuckin' bounce
Got the whip
Bro X me out, so I don't really fuck with it
When you get stabbed in the back by the ones you love
Make you wanna fuck what's on the back
Just fuck
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
Outlawz, baby
I'm surrounded by thugs, slugs with crystals and pistols, callin'
Copy murderers that be softer than tissues
Got my persona soldier
It's my way
Or the fuckin Highway
Fuck Halloween
I'm trying put a Ghost
In my drive way
Everything must go
It's Black Friday
She suck it like
hang, no she ain't know I was a pro
Yeah, you either with me or against me, ain't no frenemies
I fuck her good, when she leaving she be thanking me
She
alotta liquor
Ina party with my niggas when I scoped her
She hit the wood like a pro her first time smoking
I couldn’t lie for the moment I was open
Cause
it home mayne
Why they gotta' make it difficult for me
I put my signal lights on like a pro G
Why you gotta' follow me for fuckin' thirty miles
Chase
willin'
To level with me I'm rippin' through rebels
And many chicks, it's inevitable I'm kickin'
The illest shit ever witnessed
You better be on your
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
fuckin' with?
King Kong ain't got shit on me
The last who rock, the last fuckin' dance, nigga
You know I'm a Blood, no rag in my pants, nigga
What
a 12, prayin' I don't go to jail
When them bitches fuckin' land, I'ma cop a fucking Lam'
When I'm done with the grams, I might cop a AMG
That's all
long, I fuckin' too, so bring your friend along
Eskra, what I'm throwin' when I pitch it to you
Couple grams, all extra when you deal with me
VVS in
blew up in this ho
Tryin' to tell you what you wanna know
Now you fuckin knows like a pro, is you with it though, yeah you with it
Baby, lady in
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