Lyrics:
I stop by the club, 'cause it ain't shit else to do it
I'm on the guest list, it's E-Swift plus two
Stepped to the bar, 'cause, it's a bad habit
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
niggas yeah they get swerved
You can tell by my cadences, that I’m really high maintenance
Gucci and Louie, yeah they both my acquaintance
If you broke I’m
nigga Slim Thug they mean what they do
Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too (too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall through
think they call me Stakkz I don't know what you had thought
You can tell I keep a stick by the way that I walk
Niggas know I'm from the country by the way
Boy I
Fuck with you nigga!
Uh, fuck em all, kill 'em all off
Sent 'em off to the Holy One
Put a hole in one like miniature golf
You doubled your profit?
that, tell em who you is (the Mix Tape Messiah)
Ok tell em what you represent, (Chamillitary mayn)
Already, H-Town stand up let's go
[Hook]
[Rasaq]
the feds got em
Call it what you want it, just can't call me broke boy
And I'm dirty, go out my way to fuck yo ho boy
Its muddy mixed with purple, say it
he dying by noon
Havoc and Madness know we bringing doom
Good gas smoking boofin' up the room
We wrap that boy up nigga no cocoon
Tell em stop playing
f*ck what you’re telling me
This boy's so clean you can tell by the smell of me
Danny P I got bars like a felony
Dissin' me and you might just get hit
boy
I'm talking business
With a B-I-Z
You don't know me, you don't own me
You ain't got me, you ain't got me by the oop oop
Get your hands up, get 'em
breeze make you feel calm
These niggas never been on the shit that im on
You could tell im different by how i live through the storm
Might just crack your
Hah nigga what
Mp be my name
>from the ghetto to fame
Got them make 'em say ughhh (ughhh)
Got the world screaming my name
>from every soldier
"Hook
Get on that bullshit piss me off, shit they know em boys be flexxin they ll still will take em off, type to hit the lick all by myself
some spare drama to get into
Surrounded by bare rats
That's a shit zoo!
Ya dargs they some shitsus
I hit the club with Usherbucks
My boys like "YEAH"
nigga, no fold out (no fold out)
I teach a nigga how to cut ties, if he snitch, nigga, gotta kill 'em all (gotta kill 'em all)
And you gon' show no love
all tried mocking
Now they should avoid cause the boy started boxing
Now they act nice, now it’s handshakes
Hard to tell what snakes have the worst kind
If you want 'em straight laced, with a record that's clean
Not driving you wild by the time they're sixteen
Not out raisin' hell, makin' noise
Game and Drizzy
Surrounded by them diamonds, I'mma cold mackin
Nigga its a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went
Just tell me where them
Pick em' apart
Peeling off
I got the light on me
Who's in the dark
Lemon and lime on it
Seasoning sauce
I got the drip drip sick
Making me cough
Boy
Pick em' apart
Peeling off
I got the light on me
Who's in the dark
Lemon and lime on it
Seasoning sauce
I got the drip drip sick
Making me cough
Boy
hard for them boys but yea they got it now
Money coming traffic all throughout my mama house
Swear no one gave me a chance got em looking now
I got em
rocky i got a Rihanna
Been some time since I've opened my bible
Can tell I'm having by the way I'm smiling
New York pack and I got it from Ivan
Laws on my
this place
Don't you know who crack this is
I can really have you dead
He said his name is Marco
He's been wanted by the feds
Fuck it tell em Jahco did
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