Lyrics:
It’s rona season so, ain’t shit sweet
Less it’s spit from me
Mix with honey as I sips my tea
Gotta keep my throat clear
Rona tryna stop my flow here
weight by the key and backed up every gram
And stay ready for busting wit the pistol in they hand
I'm preaching murder like a vicious reverend
About
goes to figga,
Want to put down, my Cristal, drink Cristal an shit,
But niggaz Uzi think he tellin me I'm gonna die if I sit,
So I MOB wit the old
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
(hoes)
Self-made nigga, run it up, slangin' bows (bows)
I'm wit' the mob, all my niggas on go mode (go mode)
Fifty somethin' shots in my chop, I'ma
Top
Top
You gon' see me wit' 'em legends
Yo I'm ridin' out if I gotta' go
All fakes stay outta' my lane
Don't doubt me now, I'm bouta' blow
Call us
alot of n****s get life for some hood fame
Still running wit the mob just dodging the chain game
Still got some youngins thats locked in the chain game
AP
Can't go nowhere without my Jesus piece
He walk wit me tho I got Jesus peace
He hold me down and he keep me up
So haters hate boy I don't need ya
fool try me
Get hit wit the Llama
Fuck cuminana
Chorus - Teflon and Lil' Fame: 2X
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next
an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin' high niggas be
Gettin' by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit
my leaf I don't fuck wit da runtz
I just want da fetti let me gone keep it g
Ain't my fault dats yo bitch n feeling me
Disrespect get you shot like
to you
Big comes through wit
Mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thug dudes
Who's the killer? me or you?
(We forgive you for you know not what
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
keep a pole (ayy, yuh)
Fuck with my niggas, catch a dick in your throat (ayy, huh)
Fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it
Fuck wit
Deplorable by association, Go against their fascist mob if you dare
Hated by Karens all across the nation, mainstream media corrupt I swear
So sick
It’s 2020/
Out to make money/
I’m feelin testy/
Fucken yo mom in her panties/
(Move it to the side bitch)
Don’t run up on me/
My stomachs hungry/
For
All my life I knew dat I would be right here (Aqui)
Envy Hatas didnt want dis day appear (They Cap'n)
20/20 nigga vision it been always clear (I see)
finger was trigger fingers
Don't get bodied by a real Brick City nigga
Down Bottom nigga, Pennington nigga
Ain't wit the goin back and forth no wimbledon
That'll make ya, plus talk is cheap
I roll wit a mob, that rather take it to street
And smoke got me open, i'm chokin
They say i'm brain dead, but how
that
I'm just a young nigga
You try to mob man I hope
You brought your guns wit cha
My niggas hungry
They be juggin tryna make it out
I'm livin proof
Stackin wylin countin checks
Pop shit mob shit grab da tech
Ruthless
My niggas really do this
Useless
Dont care about yo 2cents
Gang wit me no u
voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world
Me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected
A trick
forbes
Shawty neva met a nigga like me
Sponsored by dem checks no nike
2020 i ain't going for no shit
2020 Jay focused on his clique
2020 i'm showing love
wit The Lench Mob
(AmeriKKKa's most wanted)
Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt
But if you
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