Lyrics:
scream
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
I
the paper
Can't find a paper by the head of Satan
We gagup all dem sheep to make a state
Cause we too, are too, are too, are too..
Cause we too, are too, are
Ain’t the one that you hoes tryna claim
I’m Dead!
I’ll return for the debt
Cha$ing bread till my time is here..
It’s thee illëgål p4p3r BøYZ
Ain’t no one
Kuro eight, on this bitch (ergh)
Roses are red, it won't change (change)
Lungs shredded, I'm off the ledge (ledge)
Guns soaking red, Middle Age
Fuck
out, boof pack in the booth
VVS on my wrist like hand on my tool
Turn a nigga to a running back, uh
Pussy pop it for a couple back, uh
Do rag, feelin'
close through one eye
I'm thinking I should do 0 - 60 and run by
But the road blocked and Mr. cop don't look gun shy
He said "how far anything for
are filled with chopped up casualties
I made sure to keep guns, you know my faculties
The streets run red when the bosses disrespect us
Neglected, I
to fren' up with this guy yah know ('fren up)
Everytime he sent for me, you lot fren' up with this guy (friend)
Where are you know with the fren' up?
different powers
Put your girl in a single mattress
On my dick for hours
I told her wait, one sec get off me
Your hands are way too low
Nah you ain't doing it
a jet-ski
Stand at attention cuz niggas respect me
Solute
Everything wrong shes a lefty
Code red he pussy gone leak like the red sea
Guns yea them niggas they
the passenger seat I never recline
These sweets where made by swine
The ops are pussy I can't cosign For my loved ones gotta be kind
I wonna see all my enemies
hearing about his son is the cops are his friends
Only time he heard your name in a sentence with gun
When you told and got a nigga sentence for one
He
Before I knew it my mom pulled a gun
"I know who you are, but who the hell is that?"
I turned around man, this bitch was fat
I really don't know, she
These bitches don't support me
These bitches are waiting for my motherfuckin' downfall bitch!
But I will never motherfuckin' fall
They waiting for my
Wop wop wop
Wop wop wop
Wop wop wop
I do not know what you did for me it's not adding up
If you a hoe and you not her nigga just back it up
I put
around (not around)
And I'm ready now, ready for war nigga come around
And I'm here now show me that u are a man put that gun down (put that gun down)
Aye, aye look, look
Catch me by 10 months i'm walking
In this bitch with a million
Bout 10 cuban links
Its gone be hard for you to blink
Cuz imma be
One thing's for sure, two things for certain
Got booked with three bricks, you back home
Niggas workin' clown-ass niggas
Shoulda put you in
Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl
Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl
Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl
Man, I ain't gon' lie -
I’m taking the mic, fuck who’s next!
2 niggas repping the R, X & X
My nigga, there are no raps shit
My nigga clap shit that quick
Yeah, we on that
the families of those who died
And for the rest of us who are still alive
It's up to us to see this doesn't happen again for the nth time
We want to
Be safe,
after speech time, the spark in the street crime
Niggas throwing anything at you except for peace signs
Live by the gun, die by the gun
'Til my time
all
These pussy mothafukas hatin the weight of the world on my shoulders like boulders rolled over the soldier the gun in the holster
The bodies come
just counting up the figures
A nigga see the bigger picture
Ain’t a shooter, but I’m shooting my shot so my fingers on the trigger
Me and them lames are
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