Lyrics:
guns
I'm sorry mama, but don't worry about your sons, ayy
2C, I'ma get it, that's by any means
I'm hungry, I be starvin', payin' all these fees
Realized
(Chorus)
I Flip A Bag And I Stack It, I Can't Keep Hustling Backwards
I Get A Bag And I Stack It , I Keep My Gun In The Mattress
Wear The Shit Before
n****z wanna clap me
The drug game over but theres money to make so n****z clappin at n****z
To raise the crime rate
[Chorus]
you can live by the gun
skippin' class
I was bein' bad just because
I got a girlfriend and she broke my
Heart but it was puppy love
By 17 I started gettin' it and
I started movin
to kill you with a machine gun
I want to play with your corpse for fun
Play with your arms, tummy, every other body part
But don't take this too heart
understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy
Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy
I shot my gun in the air as I left the place
You'll ask me why, but I don't care,
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
We on the run with the golden guns, get
involved
I got a shooter, 556, gon' up that stick and send it off
Somebody daughter be movin' out for me
Impatient
She won't wait at all, nah
Popped out
them court dates make me nervous
I keep takin' these risks, is it worth it? Let's talk about how Faizo was on the run
Got booked on the day I turned 21
reception, nigga
Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, nigga
Spot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creep
That's me, and I'm there
Aye aye aye
I been like fuck this rap shit
These niggas movin backwards
You got some jewels they snatchin
Now my gun got cool attachments
Aye niggas
and let it spark
Movin' smart, can't catch a charge, nigga tryna beat the odds
Guns like COD, clutchin' rods, ever since Pablo had died
We was 2 peas in
my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still
Super Soka wet me up Put me in that trippy stuff[00:27.21]Talkin' to that D, if they're not backin' then I back it up[00:30.17]Know he got that
20 minutes into the movie
I'm thinkin bout drugs and boozin'
I need some shit to occupy my mind
I love the way that you movin'
Throw on that jam
She said my love is a curse, I said her love is a drug[00:18.17]That shit is worse than a perc, but she got me fallin' in love[00:21.81]I really be
Chapter 21 what have I done with my life ?
I done crimes justified saying I need survive
Been in da docks my mum had tears in her eyes
I battle
a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake
to run
while you are under the gun.
I never run from my battles
I play by my own rules
So don't you try and stop me
'Cause I ain't no ones' fool.
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Boss, Ricky Ross
It's triple C,
Color cut clarity
My gun dirty, my brick clean
I'm riding dirty, my dick clean
[Classified:]
Yea, don't matter where you from
Where you came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against
man[00:21.16]Shout out to all the mandem, let me talk my shit[00:23.94]I thought I would have had it figured out by 26[00:26.68]I got humbled and I'm here tryna
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