Lyrics:
And the car set two door
I'm thinking about the new hoe
Looking at her not the future, what you think I'm Pluto?
Drop the phone
Cause she not one to love
Pop
the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would
be
Buck'em all till they fall with my shotgun
(Chorus 2x)
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off
Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off
right, see the stains come to life with the black light
Hmmm that's right, flip it up let me cut it like a jackknife
When I hit it from the back better act
"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true
Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still
at the top
But I'm by myself at the bottom
Feel the pressure till it pop
Yeah all of my life been a problem
What's the point of all this anyway?
Will I live
to play Pokeno
You get that boy a 20 he'll turn that into a C-note
I'm known across the planet, you need that Southern fix?
I got a girl that looks like
the solution?
Blood tranfusion, ghetto execution
Branded buildings, lots full of stripped cars
I be damned if I live behind big bars
Save the homeless, that's
most
Rise way higher than most
Step in the party, I'm tryna get me some liquor in me
I got the feeling that I'm finna go over my limit
And never
got that tooly right here i don't lack
I just get money they hate how i stack
I just get lit in the stu with my strap
I pop out wearing the denims they
Friends let's get back to that
Hide they true intentions like a bitch stab me in my back
Mask up wit my niggas broad day we don't need no black
Pop up out
You don't know who I know cause I got 2 iPhones
So I wish a hater would like a 2 by 4
I leave him planking in the streets like Johnny
Bravo to ladies
you see me by myself
I'm not mad I just be thinking
I don't got no time for sleep
I got dreams that I be chasing
I can't follow the crowd
Cuz half
it, I'm guilty
Suck my dick judge
Verse 2: Cold Hard
Hey I'm sorry to become
What a motherfucker became
It was the way that I was raised
In this
that shit back to the hood
Anytime you see me, man I'm on the grind
Nigga wasn't workin' when you knew you should
Now you talk about me when I'm
off to the good
Can't even say I didn't know you would
Make a little money, get it from the bro
Bring that shit back to the hood
Anytime you see me,
but my dick she recall it
Hit her one time now that bitch keep on calling
But I cannot cuff you lil hoes cause im ballin
They fuck with the crew cause
the way that I win
Paid thirty for that
Man you smoking on boo boo
Death come in three's well we
Smoking on you two
Quit rap to work
Cuz he know we harder
and early, I ain't never want to see these niggas they get shot in they face now
Nigga tell me like what you heard of, I can see that these rappers be pussy
of the niggas I used to ride by
Syfy half the statistics they drew up for us horror fiction
When this shit pop it's gone be explosive like it's Strickland
This
Hate to be the bearer of bad news
But I can't move with too many rap dudes
I respect dudes from my double M crew
But I'm just not that dude hanging
answers so pass the joint
I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit
I ride like Setta in the Indy 5
And get live with that which get's me high
Strive
no killers
I was fed from no spoons that were silver
Come from a hood by the Alcovy River
Down 2-1-3 to a road that look like it slither
See in my hood
Catch me in my zone you can catch me with my crew
Putting in the work got me coming up on you
Swear on me that we don't have no time to waste
I'm busy
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