Lyrics:
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
a covenant I put on every tribe
Ain't nobody gon' tie your shoe
Nobody gon' abide by your rule
Nobody holding your gun
How come your tongue say
"killa" then
Contra on the mix
I need you to show me what you do, and how you do it bae
I ain't really tryna waste no time, no let's get to it aye
You start
the same me
Now I see sense that shit changed me
Yeh, I've been through a lot
Surrounded by these fools that would rather see me drop
I was at the bottom
y'all know it's a wrap
Yeah
They say what doesn't kill us makes us stronger
I can't lie, it's been a hell of a year
Straight up
MAGA Gang Qanon, Praying
Somebody text Trent, "Hit the Gallery"
Help him with the bags, sir, thanks for having me
Man, I had to cut her off, I got bitches mad at me
And I
body
Married to money I can’t commit to a thottie
Trap house we choppin bricks like karate
Lu Kane I got them kicks like karate
Yeezy my feet no Giuseppe
Master of the house, quick to catch yer eye
Never was a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher,
Too exclusive to get caught in the mix
Whole lot of money when I hit the six
Pop a perky I'm tryna get lit
She better leave cause I ain't tryna lay
to a human they find it harder to blink
Leave their eyes wide
Cuz shit I ain't no stranger to hard times
Driven by success and it's full tank
Prepared to do
mean, I can't even feel my legs like I'm froze
And I wanna get me dome,
But I can't even take her home
I wanna go, but my girl keep blowin' up my
and you on Sunday. I already took a look at the schedule. We're going to be getting slammed, so make sure you're ready."" I go to him, ""Yeah, no
decades, turned a boy to a man
Instinctively turned protective took that phone out her hand
"Hello sir, how you doing? Sorry this is her son
She can't hold
ain't no real nigga
I can't pay him for no body, he gon' tell the cops who sent him (he gon' tell)
Caught that pussy after dark, damn, I thought they
They say I be talking bout hoes too much
Well that mean that I get em a lot
Pretty young thang tryn gimme that twatt
But she doin too much so I tell
never break down
(Big Bank) no sir, I don't mess around, woo-woo-woo-woo!
Woo-woo-woo-woo!
Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
(Kemosabe,
Man, I don't know what to say I just pick up the pen and I talk to myself
Two sides of me battling like I'm just tattling
Sir, do you think I need
Cause you no frills, that means your name ain't household
Now watch that little mouse fold
You can't take the pressure from the cooker
Stood there
Viewer discretion advised, vivid images live screaming!
I shed tears by the river
By the river
From all the pain that I done felt
And I can't help with
feared by these damn pricks
You think a damn bill will fix someone's death your logic must be chronic
Out of pocket no empathy, like you're a piece
Delite, Daddy-O and the D.B.C.
Frukwan, and Paul and the Mix Machine
And I won't fret, if you take it as a threat
But if you can't say it all!!!
[All]
Just
Yes yes sir
Uh huh huh murder murder god bless the child god bless the child
BIGHAND-NO W.A.S.T.E Squuuaaadii
God bless the child
Murder
God
of don't feel no pain
I'm having motion, like it or not
Racks off of rapping I like it a lot
They said that I'm falling off… Stop
I'm having money boy look
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