Lyrics:
Them shots will shave your hair off
This henny never wear off
Them black on black whips in the lot just having a "stare-off"
These 21 rounds in the glock
the bitch got
Me trippin like a bucket
Shots going off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 12 ballin like they
Been in the gym
But you
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off
in ya' purse to pay
Sometime it make me so sad like the worst of days
It's in the street makin' cats where the earth decays
Then I seen a little black
(Thee Best Rapper Alive) 99 Problems but being loved ain't one
Eleven years times 9 guns The judge say today we Gon have some fun with big bad black
Nigga off of every zone I need at least a hunnid back
And I got another nigga waitin for another pack
Nigga gah damn boa da phone goin crazy
By it
dis baby drac
Gman too official i'm like young boy with dis 38
I'm still not 21 but im a savage with this dirty k
I feel like big 30 off this 30 when
the rest
He send a test, I’m Acing that
But when it comes these women
I could use a study guide
No matter how big my heart grows
The love always seems to die
hospital
You gone shoot or get shot
Seen niggas get robbed by the cousin
Is you gone rob or get got
Big shout out to lil C
Taught me how to scrap out the pot
Big Boss, took the steps, ain't no elevator Big cost, gotta pay it to make your way up
Big bag, I know I never take a pay cut Cause that ain't what I
him crazy
White’ll drip on my wrists like
Before you feed the baby!
Tell Smack he need to pay me
You never been crackin’
(swoo-swoo) Cut before he go:
Got a call from one of my dogs he say his plug been doing him dirty
He used to pay like 21, lately he been paying 30
Plug been trying to tax ya I can't
soft
Said the boys up in Odasville was breakin' him off
Can you picture him in a jar, niggas jokin' him up
Treatin' him like a pin cushion, pokin him up
hate and love is where the guns pop off
Now I don't buy shit, all of my chips go high lips
Boog it up nice jeans, born styling
Hot tack shit,
crime pays
Crime pays motherfucker I ain't playing
Hair triggers, big hitters, barber shit, big clippers
I'm a wig splitter, hit you in your face, hollow
none of it he ain't no little kid now
He squares up to Kirby who really don't look that big now
And really can't do shit now but pay Chris what he owes
the pawn shop gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche
that kid with the pump shot gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You
engineers
Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here
Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun
To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big
hanging off my neck[00:25.44]Bad bitch, lightskin, she eat me the best[00:27.21]Okay[00:27.86]Said he gon' up it on me, nigga no way[00:29.30]He be copying
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
sold crack in the eighties
Aye say fuck you pay me
Run off with my paper get sent to hades
Yea she want some head but I told her maybe that mean no
Damn
ice out my teeth
Off the trees need my peace
Somebody come and see
No I am not 21 but I be rolling in the deep
(Yeah)
Big boy drip (Aye)
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