Lyrics:
Now back from the 6-o-6-4-4 full of indo
Untypical is that bad ass ho
B to the R to the A to the T
Ain't no bitch is this industry that can see me
the odds and the scores get even,
(Even...)
All that I garner is peace,
I just wanna beat up on a canvas,
and build wit a bad b***h,
and meet for the feast,
who is you?
You right you doo doo
Ran through a couple bad b*tches
Not a single one was good
Summer 18, H Wit It back in this bish what's good?
they stoppin' my money? (Hell no)
(Come on come on come on)
Then it ain't no problem here
(Come on come on come on)
C'mon I ain't wit that man
(Red Dirt On Tha Beat)
Fucking glo boyz
All... worldwide
Snatchin' geeks
Early mornin', shoot up in the back seat
Niggas sweet, south of hell,
Man this nothin like back in da day~*
But its all good cause a nigga get paid~*
I talk to mama n still be wit Ray~*
Still hit up JRon n hop on 2K~*
to the hood
Where the stealers and the raiders keep it goin' at (goin')
And the bubblegum kush is what we blowin' back (blowin' back)
We slide by Nip's spot
one
Biters around, check out the sound
In town, to the rhythm that we give 'em
In fact you lack
(Ultramagnetic) skills
'Cause your record's no
the king so that means I'm fly
If you wit' it, girl
Get it poppin'
Roll with me
Ain't no stopping
So get it, shawty
We parking lot pimping in my donk
around town is Baby Beesh
Pimpin' in high velocity, y'all squares betta back up off me
'cause we gonna do what the hell we do
Baby Bash the ghetto
the king so that means I'm fly
If you wit' it, girl
Get it poppin'
Roll with me
Ain't no stopping
So get it, shawty
We parking lot pimping in my donk
her by The neck
Big Ole Freak
Dam right I'm hitting her
With that ham hock
Me an shorty locked in tough
She don't need no hand outs
School an work
Aint
d**k back seat of the whip you freak little b***h
(Unh)
I don't give a f**k if you got a man, dude is a lame fly with the planes
(Better take this
peanut butter guts
wit a peanut butter rag
15's in the trunk,doin pricey in the back
ten clear coats a dat candy on factory black
no flakes in my
real that's why the god love me
I got a shorty if she get down for me, when i'm out of town
You know she holdin' down the crown for me
Dog, god forbid
Shoot for the moon I'll land by stars
No xan but I got bars
Not everybody should do this shit
My mood is depending on who I'm wit
Enough wit the raps
8 by 6
Now every girl in the town wan' taste my dick
Chocolate hoes, two poles, it taste like Twix
Nigga with cancer and AIDs said
"I ain't that sick"
this game
And it’s Towns by the way formally known as stak but we signed with the bone so I respectfully gave it back n dont hate me Jack I was 13 years
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
the back of the club postin' up
Waitin' for a nigga that's new to make it up
As in, ain't no askin' it's no tolerance
As long bitch check in she wit' me
in the back seat
23's on my fuckin' so I ride and I swerve, but we too clean fo da
Fuckin' street so I ride wit a perve
[chorus x2]
[verse 2]
shadows
First family, fifth cappo, micro to macro
Load it in ya head play it back slow
Act like you know, this is no drill
Murderous rap revealed goin
Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get you placed eternally resting
So abide by
Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get you placed eternally resting
So abide by
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