Lyrics:
action speaks louder than words, that's what I heard
Shot down with his hands up, that's what occurred
Man that sound absurd
Matter fact to me that sound
girl
Take up che gun now fe shot up che world
Oonu see de gun disguised - Oonu see de gun Jeri-Curled
Boy see de gun an' him cyaan say a word
Drop
fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin', last night
Two kids shot while
my Glock up
Like I'm Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Yeah
Yeah
Round three
It's gonna be a long song
It's all a freestyle by the way
Star Wars films directed by Kirschner
They fucking suck like Boba Fett, utterly the worst
All my die-hard fans holler GREEDO SHOT FIRST
Greedo shot
niggas actin' like they ain't heard of me
Now, them niggas, they be like « What's the word? » to me
Even niggas, they be hoes for publicity
Feature by but
smokin' better trees (ay, oh-ay-ay)
Girls around the world (yo, yo)
They keep callin' me (they call me)
Paparazzi they be follow me (they all be)
Hopin'
lurking
All them shots I know they heard it
Saw em
Peeking out his curtains
I can tell that lil boy nervous
Cause he keep seeing that suburban
I can't wait
me with another girl
I could complain but that's just a circle of life just like a curl
Might roll another blunt to get away from this fucking world
vibes (yah-yah)
Ring my boys like ""Swing by"" (swing by)
You know, we know how to play right (yeah-yeah)
And nou re ja di swing (swing)
Coolin' in
to the whites
I met this girl the other day
Found out she with the CIA
It broke my heart all I could say
I just wanna love you an you just wanna kill
First 48 her
fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin', last night
Two kids shot while
wants to smoke weed
Let's come round
Let's just take a shot and
blow the shot.
My ex girl tryna' to say Hi to me, (Hi)
I just laugh, I know she missing
a hundred degrees
I can tell by the stench though
One of them boys walkin' around this thang with a trench coat
To hide the blicky uh
Now it's gettin' kinda
the shots they never come out
We got lyrics for days we bring the sun out
Five hundred rounds go around we never run out
Finish the job then we spun out
Clear
of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
Like, round one, round two, 'round three
I told you not
was cunning
Just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin' my money, I need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots
Been a Top Dawg,
for pearls
I ain't thinking bout getting on top of your girl
Im too busy thinking about sitting on top of the world
So i ain't ever through
I understand
its slow and it blow when it pop
Drop that thing low like you just heard a shot (Boom)
Back it up on me, I know that you know if you
Ain't got no booty,
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
me cause my mind ain't right
I got problems in my skull bigger than the world
I peel back ya hurl, hog tie ya girl
I leave ya messy, dripping, like
B.G.:
I feel like motherfuck the world
I feel like buying diamonds for my lil' girl
Baby:
I feel like niggaz need to stop stealing our shit
Ya heard me,
a star!
Aloha to the Alola
Not the type to flip a boy like a Proton
Ain't finna dip, I'mma scan you like a Rotom
Victory shit for a boy down the road (Ah
an it's breaking your jeans
Well you know she's not, so don't play dumb
Little girls walking round trying to give me some
But I tell them like this, I'm
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