Lyrics:
I didn't wanna hear 'em talkin' anymore
They're in me plottin' and stompin', I'm sobbing
I tried to catch my breath by locking up the door
Unscrewing
me, repping QBC is a place when is cold out
Niggaz go all out
Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
Drama we into, and bring it to you
fire hold fifty, let me touch 'em, no titties
Thinkin' I should pass by, but I need you to go with me
They bring no Backwoods, like I need you to smoke
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
bring it out and I can't hide it
Tryna link me to some shit, I told 'em I don't know about it
Bitch, I'm banging 4ktrey, they all gon' lay, we swing
slide til I saw 'em again
Pulled out my guns and released a clip (And)
Thats the way I gotta end this shit
He was only one fiend, tryin to live
the cops to keep 'em blind
So we can grind with peace of mind
Turn the key and shine without being dimed
Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado
strong
Tell them hoes I said that
Tell 'em bring my bread back
Tell them hoes I'm stressed out
I'm a mess now
Tell 'em bring that ses back
Bitch roll that
, Iced out
Mics out we gon bring them bands in
Lights out, Lights out
Iced out, Iced out
Mic's out
We gon get these damn wins
Lights out, Lights out
smarten up
before I bring out the toast and touch you up
F***in wit Ja you know you got a lot of luck
but nowadays you ain't gettin out as much
what
And the children have been scorned
No one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fat shout
To all the rappers that helped out
Yeah we like to thank all of y'all
But fuck
brought
By these three charming chaps
... the right cogs loose
To break free from that farm
And bring the right pro-duce
For this rappin' sitcom
A program
lost ya mind I'ma help you look for it
Tweaking let's get freaky
Friday night and turn up through the weekend
Exhausted by Sunday she calling out by
Check out how the who... foreign
And you know the roof, for real
Check out how you keep stunting
Like you tryna move suhin
Eyyy
Check out the roof
I'm 'posed to be
I be on some business shit, y'all bring out the Loc in me
And like a broke weed head, my pistol'll smoke for free
Imani ain't gone
I’m taking her to breakfast
I’m thinking bout LA, I’m thinking bout Texas
Tell em watch out doing a 100 off the exit say
Landslide, Landslide
the pressure on em heavy you should see them sweatin'
Get your fork and your knife
Bring your appetite
Yea they taken big bites
And I give them life
All your
These folks know I'm the hottest in my city man tell these folks stop playing wit me (Stop playing wit me man)
I'm hot as fuck tell em bring me a fan
to the right
I just wanna slip to the left
Girl with a big fat ass
Come shake that ass and swing to right
Call me Cyndi and Maddie
Tell em to come right here
She can succ the bullet out a smith and wesson ho you nasty
Finnesse baby bring that cash in
You can tell she fucc you bacc by the way she dancin
Put yo
in a cubicle
So I sit back on my legs
Imma count another am
Think my shit tapped by the fakes
Bills blue, leave these hoes on read
Leave em', uh oooh
Better bring the umbrella (better get it)
A bitch she gone do what I tell her (she is)
These niggas rolling the dice
I ain’t thinking it twice
Unless it
twin out in the A i told em keep a socket, fuck it blow like a (Rocket), ion like no (houston) hoes, but they head is just like a antidote, fuck niggas
me ready whatever weather this desert brings
Cali thugs love the sounds of guns, they clap and let 'em sing
Same sad songs echo out of every wake
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