Lyrics:
He finna die by a 7.62
Fuck on your bitch pass her back to the crew
You can get stepped on; you step on my shoe
He said he a crip so he bleeding out
bro
Crew yo, I thought you knew when I'd be rollin' deep
No fuckin' Nytol needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's dreads with
And when he start to bust, he like to ask
"Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack
In the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I
a youth I smoked weed out
Now I'm that motherfucker y'all read about
Smoking you and your crew, taking a life or two
You don't like how I'm living well
with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
Hes steady jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
blades on this beat
Call me a butcher the way I beat all this meat
Yeah I'm jumping on your head like we playing pong
Man your ass is fucking dead like
cause we gettin' to the fuckin' cream
Everything we do easy that's just what it seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means
S.O.B. the team
and check credentials
You live by the code and you die by the code or you get your ass beat like an instrumental
Get your ass popped over perc's and benzos
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
Ayy, tell my ex to go dig her dead ass uncle up
Oh yeah, go tell the other one to pick her dead ass sister up
Ha, fuck ha
Go and pick your sister up,
whip
You catch quick those who catch it most don't last it down on Doogan
They rollin' two deep, so they ain't too sleep and crews creep but they
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Crew ass nigga from the Bay
AK spray, beat your dead body as it lay
On the concrete die in one beat of the heart
Seven day old ass body smell a little
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
gone be a scarface scene, bitch when I'm off that blow
That means I'm leavin them dead, 2 to the head that ass gone stank
Better take your bank and gank
jokes
Keep fuckin’ wit me, you’re just dead broke
All that money is easy to provoke
Don’t take it personally, I’m just playing bro
When I’m fuckin’ your
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
Nigga, long live 3, stop dissing the bros
If you live by the gun, you gon' die with your gun
I got a Glock, four-five, lil' nigga, don't run
I'm a hot lil'
be little in a day or two
After words I'm slay a crew, now that's some pimp type shit
That be Low and AK'll do, wearing gray and blue
If a hoe want
But all the hoe shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga,
breath
Two brothers back to back
Missing one brother but we'll finish the track
Me and my crew, we used to be so tight
But ever since he gone I keep
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
You little bitches shoulda pulled
The fuckin' trigger
Now you live in fear of a heartless-ass nigga
Mr troublesome
Niggas tried to play me with the gat
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