Lyrics:
Disrespect me three times, I'm finna pull this pipe out
And bust it at your motherfuckin' brain, now it's lights out
Yvngxchris in the fuckin' cut, scary sight
out the guts, most niggas fear it, few niggas love it
Just give me my motherfucking money
'Cause all I got is
Straight killa, no filla
No sipping
Count up the racks yeah I get em for certain
Niggas be blind had to open the curtains
Yeah it’s lights out for you niggas it’s curtains
Flicking it
Why'd you always try to fuck with my head?
You mocked my haircut again
So I got some scissors and cut it off
And now I can't go out in public
I
mouth can't say nothin' now
Four Seasons we're bringing this in
Take one that's a hat-trick cunt
Nice Gary, hit the stick Lil Pump
Gassing me up J cole vs
bitch I'm banking
She love it raw said Diego I want all ya babies
Had to glove up Gary Payton
Whipping it up lotta money done came thru the vacant
Feds
it's okay
B-boys in the cut and we're here to stay
Vibration, sensation
Chatter up on the mic and it's an incantation
Revelation, elation
A little
when we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ
It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be
No motion
Gary ass niggas, snail ass niggas
No motion, niggas jeffin', broke as hell all day
Your profession, I'ma get it all day
No question, in it
'Cause if we see you it's on S-I-G-H-T
Believe that!
Tunechi!
One xan, one xan, one xan, all I need is one xan
Knock me out like punch back got me
wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip
Mc's who front, I'ma gonna bust your shit
I wonder do you love it enough
I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never
Why they hate
I got her screamin but we wasnt datin
The style they gon steal it like they Gary Payton
On my phone rushing but they gon Keep waitin
I be
that right, Wise? (Word is bond)
[ Wise ]
Comin from the show she was always there
It's like we couldn't get her out of our hair
She would even follow
get ya maid ya
Truck loads of self worth, by zillions
That's what you owe us
And it don't be helping us, cuz Moore's don't vote
Feel like it's all a big
have it in here
I’ve had a few, and I don’t mind
I don’t mind
The life of a workin’ class villain. What a time to be survived
By melanin soon to be
money getting long I could see the hating
Smoking on some strong might by Gary Payton
Try to do me wrong Imma have to blaze em'
Do it to em T cuz you are
notes I can show ya how to get paid
Cut throat, I can get ya whole click slayed
Anybody get it nigga nobody safe
Forever standing on the business, still
really
Now my my main girl giving mе probs
She need to cut it out
She bettеr cut it out
She know what I'm 'bout
And Momma looking for a new job
I told her
Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake (Shake It, Shake, Shake)
Turn your brain to spraypaint (Yeah)
Spin your head 'round, Beyblade
Left and Right look
You telling me go and kill it
I tell her we gone get paid
Move you out of Gary
Then send you out to LA
Where chilling sipping mojitos
Smooth vibing
gassed up call her a-t-v
Beat booming out the box, sound like SMGs
Casualties with Weas and Dart on the m-i-c
Cut from another cloth ain't no l-i-e
Man you
can't eat
I'm in too deep
It's a high fall running into a brick wall all by yourself
But I know what will help
That used to rock this boy asleep now
gotta play it I'm really the hardest nigga I ain't gotta
Broke rapper wanna get with Wes its gone cost him something
Cut him off like Gary Peyton dog I
different
The morning has come and it's time to go to the station
How could he face another day
Walking through the door he here's a voice call out
It said
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