Lyrics:
type that's packin automatic guns
If any static comes sparatic shots'll ring out
You get caught up, you get your fuckin brains blown clean out
c'mon
(Blow blow)
I'm deep in the runs
Where all that niggas give a fuck about is stackin' funds
The black and young type that's packin' automatic
mean I'm leanin' tough
I got them haters on my back, so I be strapped up
I'm in a league of my own while them haters throw stones
But my mind on cash,
Keep it real Terricks yo Waddle
Explosion I'm about to blow
We don't give up for this syd oh no
Me ne Gvng step ohoo
Swag on fleek
Dix is by the way
Big
I fly past, I'm a headtop turner
Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira
And they should start callin' me uncle
'Cause when I speak on these
I'm 'bout to go fin'erfold
Two knock two times, it's a brick at the door (two time)
Somebody blowin' up lil' mama phone (brrt)
Lil' nigga just come
me now
( Joe )
now throw your hands up like you havin' pom poms
and if you think youre sexy shake you bon bons
and keep on bump and grinding
me now
( Joe )
Now throw your hands up like you havin' pom poms
And if you think you're sexy shake you bon bons
And keep on bump and grinding
played by a whore
When I shoot my shot I never miss twenty-four
Ballin on these niggas I be running up the score
Hop in the foreign I'm speeding
Team
ain't got damn said too much
Yeah, the bitch want love, I just want lust
Yeah, Blowing O's by the pound, I'm high as fuck
Yeah, turn me up, but I'm tryna
Just need y'all 3 to send me 1 verse apiece
For this Heatmakerz beat and Brother's Keeper 1
Simple mathematics, I'm addin' up to all these rap addicts
rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an baggets an shit
Muthafuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga, uh
I started off wit heata shit
anyway God, nigga, I'm goin' up anyway
I'm God, I kill that pussy by the day
I'm about to take you down
Blood, I'm at your neck
I didn't all the time I beat that ass down
Now I'm in another town, nothin' like Uptown
So while I'm layin' big bad by a hoe
You know some o'l
what up?
Chu-Chu what up? John-John what up?
Gianni what up nigga? - HA! [echoes]
Little Joe rock on, Little Joe rest in peace
Big Fred rest in peace
out, drink up, now put ya bank up
It's all on me, I got a scenery to stank up (yeah)
Crank up the beat, raise up the heat
I'm throwin' a block party
These rappers don't fuck with me
I'm bad company
We do a song they'd get out rapped publicly
So they snubbin me
Boostin me is how you end up under me
Representin' its motherfuckin' no limit up
Bout it bout it rowdy rowdy
Slodiers Soldiers Soldiers Soldiers
Huh nigga what I'm a soldier (we soldiers)
Huh
freedom for a while. Dreaming ON THE how
clarm ringing get up and get out. Freedom IS to the north get out the south
Peg leg Joe gave you the map out his
out of puff, packin it still, Refill the pipe cause my stamina's ill.
Broken machine.
c spirit in its make up.
Spirit on the rise.
The ghost bout
Madison, oh
Fourth quarter shawty, shoot up your party
I'm a different man when I'm off of the molly
Used to take five Xans to the face in the morning
Madison, oh
Fourth quarter shawty, shoot up your party
I'm a different man when I'm off of the molly
Used to take five Xans to the face in the morning
out here
Doug High, big dreams, Magic City, 16
YMM, MDC (what?)
Thomasville, ABG (what?)
Hold up let me intervene (hold on)
Got my jeans from 30
ridin'[00:32.64]Y'all average like Joe Biden[00:34.30]Leave them on the floor, they cryin'[00:35.97]My brothers go up, we flyin'[00:37.74]They stay by my side,
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