Lyrics:
like to slide felt that I slipped
and the gun's only helpin' the clip
And the clip's only helpin' my hand
And like who the fuck is helpin' your man
tear ass,
Cuff 'em and chief goes,
Damn gun that he reach for,
Hammer hit with the cheap blow,
Man its nothing I eat those,
Then I piss off my fowl,
yuh fuck'e
Love di fuckery
All when mi lay down nobody above mi
Real one don, man signed by Bulbie
Bright bwoy, mi did affi rich, couldn't hungry
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
dropping off packs
I'm so official my bitch gave me crystal
Who the dopest of all man that man in the mirror
It ain't a soul on this earth that I'm fearing
careless
How I perished
Man somebody please call my momma
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
I don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
you know I'm da goat
Thet say they got guns but they don't want smoke
I'm popping my shit cuz bitch I'm the coach
I'm off in dat water like
then pop a vein
Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top
Used to be a general, just lost your spot
Animal House, two grand'll handle your
"Hercules!"
Bitch I'm livin' BIG, my gun is little cease
If that girl don't pop it off
I'll just skeet right on her weave
Okay that gold pack in my pocket I'm
while also
Reaching for the kind of mass
Pop-cultural relevance that he, Nicki
And Atlantic Records all believe him
To be capable of judging by
Twenty-one gun salute cause my shits hot
Throw your guns in the air pop pop pop pop
You get a standing ovation cause your shits whack
Throw your hands in
Shit sick
Now let it just sit
Who really want it with this
Ya'll talk guns
Guns that don't bust
Ya'll talk cash
Cash ya don't got
Ya'll talk a whole lot
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
talkin' really and I need it, mon
Flows, I kick 'em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon,
you need? (I need some weed)
Aw man, I don't even fuck with the weed no mo' (What?)
Aw hell naw, man I got this new shit, man
This shit called
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
pretty boy
And mama said God don't like ugly
Cool, Jehovah's Witness won't bug me
Nickname Anchor Man, all I got is "news"
Pop new tags (New) , I cop new
box we a give to badmind
Caw we a bellyas
Fling it like a galla wuss
Chop it like a cutlass
Moses mi name Beenie Man
A Dat mi alias
Badmind
a galla wuss
Chop it like a cutlass
Moses mi name Beenie Man
A Dat mi alias
Badmind syndrome kill
Marcus severious
Listen to mi hear dat call
Dem get
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
using a gun
Buck two and them niggas that bucked Roo fuck you
Buck three for lucky
Buck four for all my dawgs up north lets get this jump off jumped
i'm dominique dawes flippin bitch niggaz
when them shoddies go off
lose the hand guns we dont got back nigga
we hold shotguns we pop that nigga
man, Franchise want in
[Verse 1]
I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
left with three in
side, it get hot, man
If you outside keep a Glock, then
I was traumatized by the shots, then
It was homicide, crossin' thoughts
Then, I was crossin' lines
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