Lyrics:
was
Give 'em the finger, and all my homies go
Yo, this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey, y'know?
Throw your fingers up
You know? They gon
live
What's the lo where do you reside
Chopper by my side I swear this shit Will humble lives
Speak to me you bet not stutter
Made it out the fucking
something you can not do
You the type of nigga, you gon let these labels buy you
That's why I have no need to listen to no music by you
I ain't gon stop
out?
I shot a nigga mami crib up a hunnid times
Made the lil' bitch move out
I wanna see what you gon do bout it
I'm tryna take yo whole crew out
Right
Uhhhh
Let's do this, one time baby
Uhhh
Yea-yea
Yah, yo
Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
better, you'd do better
Wanna give the middle finger, but I got two better
So you gon' diss me even though you know it's wrong
Know you gon' miss me
thinking things over, relax
We 'bout to spit it all over the track, yo
How you gon' have a girl doin', Black Thought?
Yo, take this (it's corny) (Weed)
hands up
We ain't tryin' to hurt nobody this one here for all my shorties
Just want y'all to get yo' money
'Cause I'm gon get mine and ah
It's time
we was gon be somethin'
Look at us now 'cause now we buzzin', pressin' buttons
Diamonds dancin' by the dozen
Nick I told you we would rise from
what I gotta do, how I gotta flow
Yeah who gon' stay
Who gon' go
Who gon' ride and who gon die yeah
Who gon' see my sacrifice like all my life
For for
gotta pour it up
Know i gotta run it up for myself
And i don't want nobody help
Imma get it by myself
Cause they gon stab you in yo back just for
cramps
I call up 10 band and get yo' ass scammed bitch
I'm a wolf, you a lamb
We gon fuck to my music she said that I crank uh yea
What you want got it all
We the ones that got them guns shipped inside yo city, yeah
We the ones thats raising hell all up through the lennox, yeah
We the ones gon get em
on where you was from you ain't even have a chance
Backstabbed by the same people you call yo friends
When you fighting they don't even care bout yo stance
in the mattress
Now we put that in my safety deposit box
Bet yo last I'ma kill 'em, stack the cash by the ceiling
Two hundred on the dash, when I pass,
the time I'm done
Sorry that yo bitch broke your heart
Now she givin' me head in a Huracán
Gettin' chased by the paparazzi
When I pull up to the afterparty
you off
Boy pack yo bags, take your game
Go with them lies you ain't gon change
I thought what we had together was so strong
But there are pictures
' fuck this beat up
I'm really gon' fuck this bitch up
She licking the dick while I'm cuffing her butt
I'm moving so sheisty, I don't give no fucks
Yo
are dooooin, don't want to do it (don't do
It)
[buddha monk]
Yo, I'm tired of these niggaz in this industry
Procrastinate to assassinate me, what
gon barely send a text back
(girl laughing sfx)
Yuh ay
Steady flexing, try predict my steps
I be moving so perplexing
Ay
By the pool yk im coolin, they
Broward but I rep the whole tri county
Always keep some real ones dawg and they gon die by me
You gotta make it different with a greater purpose
Make sure
of the name of yo Son, yo Son
Won't zip my lip for no one, no one
Jesus is Lord, that'll never change
What I'm not gon' do is not proclaim
Imma sang His
spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize
Who you're fuck with, fuckin' with them niggaz in Cleveland
Ya do whateva like he say
Then flip again, in
don’t love
I don’t always say it but by my actions how I show love
Loved by couple sweet ones that’s probably what got em salty
Yo weed liquor vibes in
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