Lyrics:
ain't even in the same county
Know some niggas down in Dade County
That'll off you like you had a bounty
But that's useless cuz these niggas clowny
Flex
make no sounds
Point this pole at his dumb ass, brrrr he live wit God now
Nigga said its up, and now he stuck there, he can't get down
Nigga pipe down
on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
I'm bumpin' Slaughter Gang, 21, back when I was 21
Drive-bys
A referee
But if a nigga fall just pick me up n do Tha best for me
But aye nigga now let's go to work
I was down up on my ass couldn't even Buy a shirt
Now we
my syrup too fast
I took your bitch and you mad
I took your bitch and we walking by
None of my niggas gon’ testify
I’m pouring up drink in the sky
that mind switch
Punch on a nigga for Lil' Ben, his muscles full of them risers
Dump died with a FN, his gun was still in his pocket
Live by lord,
nigga
Bitch ass boy
You ain't really getting money
You ain't really getting money
Broke boy looking bummy I can tell by your face you ain't really
been down I been counted out before nigga
Some shit get different when you older nigga
And everybody in the world got some type of problems
I used
down
All them other niggas catching fades now, yea
I'm that guy, I'm so live
Lord, Lord i swear I need to be baptized
She need her ass in the fattest
bitches callin' plays just like John Madden
Get your ass touched right by a savage
I'm movin' a fast car, I be swaggin'
Your bitch wan' come with
and bones
And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones
Touch down and getcha ass hung the fuck up
Just like a bunch of clothes
Hey, ma we
(Styles P)
Nigga I'll hawk your ass, want to fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path
(SL)
I don't know nobody fuckin wit us
I ain't Gerome
the crowd
My ma and grandma on my ass, because the pack, it smell too loud
Knowin' that they don't play this shit by havin' dope all in that house
I knew
never made nobody a penny lil nigga
Fuck you talkin bout pussy ass lil boy
Make me flash out in this bitch
You lil niggas aint making noise
And im coming
Opp niggas hit the cut, ran into danger
Red shirt turn into a painter
In the whip with the sticks, turn you into an angel
No surgery run down, get his
Shorties so hot but the coldest
She breakin' it down like she rollin
I'm strikin' that ass like I'm bowlin
So throw that back one time
Fast forward
Every lyric that he spit be turnin' charcoals into diamonds and pearls
Girl when you givin' up them draws, 'cause
I got a couple of niggas down the hall
the haters stay so far from back of me
But they always come after me
Everybody wanna pull a nigga down
They wanna live it when a nigga down
Wait, but
the ground
I'ma kill a fuck nigga whenever I see him
Just tell momma'nem, hold it down
Since I was six, I was man of the house (house)
Ten years later,
You got the Prada boots on suede hitting your thigh
Acting like my chrome twenties ain't catching your eye
Sometimes I slow down catch the ass in
beams on your ass, right
[Z-Ro]
Everytime you see me I'm a different nigga, but don't worry
About my aim, I'm consistently accurate with the trigger
My
Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, 'cause she married, but I don't know that nigga
Figured he is a killa,
Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, 'cause she married, but I don't know that nigga
Figured he is a killa,
hands
Easy to touch a nigga when you got them bands
Nigga be hatin', lowkey he just a fan
On my block with the Glock, run down on a opp
Was a jit when
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