Lyrics:
? that glock pop pop bullets
Empty out the clips, feel no sympathy for
The people that I'm buckin' they lay
Put 'em in a grave
Away they stay shot
Sometimes I don't even know how I feel
But I feel if you hating shit goin' get real
I feel like goin' buy me a brand new car
I feel like the neighborhood
right into that
Right up into that
Juggin' my pack I'm up (I'm up) wassup
I don't even give no fucks, Glockie' by my hip already know I keep one tuck
Play
forbidden fruit
You killing me, fuckin killin me, dont you get some money too.
I'm in the coupe , you can't see the roof, look what I did to you.
Murda she
self
Cause the real ones know how it set
Nah war with nuh clown
Cause mi will murda the
Place with no regrets
Suh mi nah tek
Nuh talk nuh talk
get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
Nigga that I thug wit' kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel
And nigga we peel caps
Pap,
heaven
The person who doesn't cry alone will not see the peak
Without Regret
I wanna try everything
Thinking is not for me
No one can change how I see
cane murda in tha dope game
Rappers gittin' killed
Niggaz guard yo grill
I'm from tha 3rd ward
So otha niggaz better feel
Tha silence of tha land
I won't expire
They don't know how strong I was built
I ain't a wire
Cement between the bricks, that's why I'm
Murda dem, murda dem
King Kano, me no
Bombokla
Dem no know di flow
(Mi no feel so)
Well dem about fi know
(A mad sittn den)
Well mi ano di type a artist fi sing bou choppin and gun
Nah
Nigga wanna play with the murda squad
Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch
Goyard as soon as the bag got packed
Zone 6, sure, I ain't showing no
now
See the Beema through the window better get down
Smokin' by the pound (Pound), I lay you down (Down)
Thinkin' bout a murda (Murda), I shoot you down
a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel
Is he real is he real?
Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill?
Drive a brand new Benz
and down girl lemme see it jiggle (Yeah)
Now bounce that thang for a real one (A real one)
Now come here lil mama lemme feel sumn' (Yeah)
Now bounce that
breakdown DNA
No before I leave this segment I'm a leave
A grade on how a human gets body (bodied)
It's only right we give D and (N) A
Now y'all see why l
but boy you off it
Rocket
Feel like elon musk ye how i rock it,
Cockpit
No im in the backseat off an ox-ox-ox-ox,
Cock it
Talkin out yo neck go switch
wanna play wife
Mistake.........Take life
Tell you how I’m feeling really feeling
Tell you how I feel where I feel it all in
Have you ever cried crazy
Metro don't trust you
Then he gonna shoot you
You should know that uncle Murda don't play with no loose screw
I got the glock in my lap I got the extendo
They tell me put the dope down, and it won't hurt no more
But the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo'
They tell me keep my trigga
it gutta game spittin 4 da gutta man
Niggaz thought we changed but we came up n stayed da same
Since dey see me in da game dey think I’m slippin bang
don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some more
Make 'em see how it feel to have to eat through a straw
While I'm sittin' in the car, chick goin'
ones who all lied alike all my life
Fuck I might
Be the grinch 'cause I'll steal your heart like gifts then break it
No matter how pretty, how silly, how
Yow Dawg
Dem no know di flow
(Mi no feel so)
Well dem about fi know
(A mad sittn den)
Well mi ano di type a artist fi sing bou choppin and gun
Nah
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