Lyrics:
all my niggas carry Tommy guns
That lil' bitch, it's Scorpio, you know we finna have some fun
Ayy, baby girl, my name is Gen, how you doin' now
Comin'
to his back have em running like Ricky
Catch a opp then then I'm hittin gritty
Spinnin they block until I'm gettin dizzy
Started flocking at me but ain't
Got me putting in that work
Ima burn some more trees
Got her weak in the knees
Said she ain't no tease
She let me do as I please
Now I'm tappin on a lil
the pain
It simply make up
Only just to break up, oh baby
And that ain't no fun to me
I said it ain't no fun to me
Leaving you, it sure ain't no fun to me
nothing and don't make it if you no good
I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I
nothing and don't make it if you no good
I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I
fame, you go insane
The game I run is not fun to some,
And now I love no one!
The boss is back!
{Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!} I'm back!
Your
(Lil Veza)
Tommy shirt
Tommy belt
I don't care, how you felt
Imma witch, yeah, gonna do a spell
I sold my soul, you know I'm goin' to Hell
Wait, no I
kid)
(Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo) We're back!
Peep the jump off, ain't nothin sweet, get dumped off
Frontin' like you won't get deaded and bumped off
ain't got no time to do the things that you tell me to do
Imma gonna come and when I come i'm gonna rule
Tricky tricky tricky tricky tribulation
Inna
ain't for fun, it ain't no exhibition game
Surrounded by cars and tommy guns
If that shit ain't legit better make a run
Ion care bout yo hoe we just
Ain't no cuffin', ain't no ring
In the bed, Mariah, she sing
Her and her friend, they double team
Turnin' my dreams into reality
Getting high off this
but the most high
Ain't about fun but to serve christ
Ain't about me but for him I
Glorify Glorify Glorify
Ain't about you but the most high
Ain't about
fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes
You in
Prolly gon still have fun while I die
As long as I still got love on my side
Huh, still got love on my side
They looking at me like I ain't gone make it
and eat, go back to sleep, repeat
Even if you seen it just be quiet, don't tell them people neither
Me and you ain't equal, we can't talk about no business
far from basic
They wish me well but I can see it in their face
This that other side where you can never play it safe!
Time gon tell it all so you ain't
For my siblings
Aint doing this for no hoe
On a row
Try to pull me down, go 6 feet down
Family of 6, moving underground
6 Underground
Righting all
that time of the night where you got to just seize the day
I ain't got no where to be
Do you want to hide somewhere with me, please?
I ain't got no where
pissed 'cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take?
I ain't goin' nowhere, no
Do the rap for the fun
Man I swear I just want me some money
Them folks they say that they with me
I know they ain't slidin
Can't call all these
ain't tryna have no fun
I'm mad, I'm filled with anger, swear them niggas gotta pay
Seen my nigga in a hearse, ain't even get to graduate
Fucking bitches,
Kick that shit Santana
Lend me a dollar man
Ima rock star with a bad bitch, I feel like Tommy Lee
Ain't no baby in this bitch but I got hoes they up
get the picture
I was raised in Miami
Niggas'll smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie
Your goofy actions will never move me
No sir, needy no
All my
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