Lyrics:
the fast rocks
Pickin' the women who love that fat cock
By any means, we finna stack the money in piles
Put a bullet in your head while we crackin' a smile
Throwing subs but they never going at me
We stay in the field like some athletes
We seen that boy by himself he was lacking
We ain't playing no
Tattoos on my body
Being followed by these Hotties That's ya Bitch yea probably
Get it Crackin Get it Poppin
I ain't worried bout nothing
Back
blowing let it blow
Hands cold, blood drippin down my nose
Face shattered by the snow
Crackin of my skin, red juice flowing froze
Bleeding deep, deep inside
That shit get to crackin
It's gone put him ina slumber
Got this off the backend
I stackin up a pack
Yea lil shawty love me
I could never love her back
you really need is a plug first
I was abducted by alien bitches before I got taken back home made me cum first
I lace the blunt w the sage not
couldn't een get on the phone
Lawyers talkin bout yu fucked find me a plea I'm goin home
Touch down ain't nun crackin back to peicing put this pack
Touch
Foreign
800 Foreign Side let's do it, baow, grrt
Grah ayo, Jiggy, what's crackin'?
Baow
If niggas movin' wild
(If niggas movin' wild)
It get litty
You know that we crackin' that shit like a vase
Hit that boy up and put him away
As long as bro don't fold, we closin' the case
Took so many L's, shit
to be one my hoes
All the opps keep on givin' me lies And they act surprised when I'm crackin' the Code
Why they mad that the gang around me never fold?
Playa hatas perpetraitors fakers in the h? n flеsh
You can tell a busta bitch coward by the way he drеssed
Get so buck and call em out from yo yuff
out
Rap verses And hooks
Bad luck And flutes
Playing down The hallway
Golden state warrior
Hated by Many
They gave me
The keys They love
Me in the City
"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
Dummy, dummy
How I'm crackin' on this bih
Clean her up just like she dirty laundry (Clean her up)
Tryna get up under my skin
You can't fuckin' bother me,
for you, get out my way
And She doin' way too much, best believe I ain't catchin' no case
'Kay i'm back in, gettin' it crackin' with your broad
It's
"What's crackin'?" (Crackin')
Need a nigga in the clutch
Well watch Beezy make it happen
In ain't fuckin' with no club
Why? 'Cause Beezy back trappin'
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
in the Thunderdome center
In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly
Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit
Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it
Flash cash on the neon lights
My name is mad max
Pitchin' "we want rights"
I've got the bull by it's horns
The beast by it's tail
I'm preying off this
All I see is the chase
I'm on the run like a rockstar in a stock car
That's driven by the fear of being replaced
Fear of being replaced, another
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