Lyrics:
I still owe him bucks
Type of debt
Yeah I bet
You can fill wit trucks
The trash cans
Yeah they littered by my bills and such
That's happen when you
around 25 stashed away
Try to do some sneaky shit get shot up point blank
On my momma if you w/ the drama you can get hit with the llama
He said ima bring
a coffin, I'm serious
Bitch you rewind this and remember it, I'm killing shit point blank period
Throw it out, be the skit so illiterate, I do not give
off your parachute
Electrocute, my synapse is shockin', type of talkin', you end up with cold stuffed in the stockin
Execute, my axis locked in, killin'
waxin that anus
Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL
point every time you subtract an emcee
People look at me, a P-O-E-T
teachin suckers like
to critical
On every playlist, waxin that anus
Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL
Point every time you subtract an emcee
People look at me,
Boy
I told the bitch I'd never love her, even said it in my nicest voice
Straight to the point, I'm the one that they avoid
Niggas paranoid cuz I know
like Mufasa
I got them bars like Fort Knox think not
That's like saying point blank range is not a sure shot
Like saying Steph or Durant won't get
- like a million bucks
I am the lowest rip rider in the navy blue Chucks
Not the low top type cause they slip and they slide
With the high tops for
while getting my dick sucked
Higher than the voice on Alvin the chipmunk
Gotta be at least 8 points on them antlers
Only after them big bucks
A nigga
how I paint pictures
See upper Stockton we made different
No blockin' out my vision
Cuz these goals is what we kickin'
Point blank we don't play with
you knew right like
(I just hope that you know right)
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal grip i think your type like
(Fifty cal I think it your
mighty throat.
Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down
The cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine.
Truly
necessary
You just a blank page in need for a mark
And I'd be happy to oblige as ah strike hard
The next best article written by me
At your expense,like
All why'all haters, can kiss our ass
Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm
When you hop out your car you need to grab yo nine milameter
To drop some hot bunts
Hollow point your pusley poppin drop one
I dont got them blanks I
You cant stand the heat uh please get out the kitchen
My diamonds like my pee yea they lookin like the Simpsons
Pulled up to club I tell them point
til I die, don't call me a quitter (Don't)
I be Dolo
I just smoke doe
By the O doe
You ain't on my level, you ain't on my floor, no
Cut 'em off
Cut 'em
Clock's ticking out
And the money's flying by
So Imma go and get it for it's lost in the sky
Posted with the crew ... Yeah, I'm reppin up my side
4.1.
Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
When I'm on the scene I get feedback
Brothers runnin' up, wassup, where you be at?
I be by myself just
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
leverage
Mountain side steep climbing know i'm one step from heaven, look
I'm that kid, Kansas City M.O. from the burbs
Ain't heard that I don't preach so
For a man, tryna find his way thru the land
Picked himself up by the boot straps without a healing hand
That type of devotion they couldn't comprehend
All why'all haters, can kiss our ass
Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm
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