Lyrics:
I just had to say that right there, Rae
I just have to say you my nigga, understand?
It don't get no realer than this, man
Let's slow the fuck
to sound I swear y'all deaf
I call 'em so so
Money like Pokémon, gotta get' em all
Though the clock runnin' down
Aye bitch we never stall
You know I handle
the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I
reminisce
'Cause you'll die as I spit
Yea bitch, you ill
Get your head right
And I probably will kill you with no headlight
If there's a will then I might
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
the sum
I'mma just forever be living or
Die by the gun uh, black and white tuxedo
Tuck ego, regal Billy Dee though
Touch cheese, so cerebral skeezes
Be like
coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full
don't let it get stolen
Fuck that hoe, don't let her get ahead, show her no love
Split the bread like cold cuts, keep the door shut, need more guts
When
forbidden this nigga get his written off
Hardest spit in the city y'all niggas spitting kitten soft
Confused and amazed shook up with your brain missing
day, protect myself, and tote that fucking pole
I mind my business, I'm not like these niggas or these hoes
Been deceived, I know No Name'll throw them
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
The clientele competes
Our seats reclined in wealth
Greatness is your own design
If you’re the judge and jury
Then there’s no need to worry
Bout the time
When
They like, "Gotti you changed," yeah I call it maturity
I gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me
Five million in watches, and no stones
become your pavement
I got important people tuned in
Cause my message is so abrasive
I get it poppin' like fried bacon
Stayin' focused on my destination
get yours
Bout to make yo' ass love it
Raise it up, show the G-string hustlin hustlin
Attention all y'all players and pimps
Right now in
dumber and dumber I'll have you done by the summer
I'll hit your girl with the lumber then pull away in a hummer
These niggas waited to get the ball then
and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath
as a bird call me a pigeon or crow
No eagle, no leader, I'm more like a dove
More like a man showing love
Performing a show like my life isn't one
Ay yo, one,
get it
Snatch ya' fuckin' crown while your head is still in it
Business men in business suits, this is real business
They say that only God could judge,
million dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit with your business
I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
there til I finish
boot, there's no time
I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic
Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same
So we'll take
homies
To know me is to love a thug
Nigga to the fullest Ducking bullets
Snatching guns when these trick
Niggas pull it
Handle my business like
Young Nigga stressing about cash but come wit the gang show them where the money at
Walo been stacking ain't no running now I turn your Bando to a hunted
Word up man
Yo, take my card my nigga
Yeah, ay yo
He was a serpent, too many foul moves was made
No love amongst the wicked, gotta get his head
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