Lyrics:
support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?
Just bring home my motherfuckin' brothers and sisters.
Cause they don't call the shots
(but they're in
Ima put your flow in a Rolex box and tie it with a fucking ribbon
This shit is Platinum
I got to give to you
Want it now should I wait 'til Christmas
house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam
Tie 'em up put 'em in the vans, then put a gat in his jaws
One move blow his cactuses off
(Nigga, you got
house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam
Tie 'em up put 'em in the vans, then put a gat in his jaws
One move blow his cactuses off
(Nigga, you got
the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
I'm knocking 'em out the box an'
Knocking 'em out their
Glock with a switch on my side everyday
He stopped moving bowes went and put on a tie
Don't fuck with most people asking me why
Last time I trusted my
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it
on
Returned to school by lunchtime, like "Nigga what now? "
And today we in the club like, "Nigga, what now? "
Ya better look down
Cause Uh
I know you see em
With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar
Can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we
when I tried to say I'll take
Seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47
A revolver and a 9
"I'd die for you, " that's easy to say
We
I rode the streets and my hood is just like a warzone
You died if you put your use in defendin' your home
If you hustlin' every day, you hold
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
on everything, swear on my blood
Stab you in the back when I give you a hug
Every other day I'm awake 'til the sun break
Writing that shit got 'em jumping like
his daughters like They both my children
Gotta couple niggas in that box and it Ain't come with ribbons
Told em they still was gifted make sure Mane get
don't share the same suit and tie
Put you in the toilet and flush, aye
This place banned it's against the law
I know they prey on me but I'm with the Lord
, walk in)
Walk into the spot and run it like I'm Chris Breezy (brrt)
Sweater by the Gallery, I think the kicks Yeezy (Yeezy)
Talk about some Johnny
Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box"
I box 'em all in, by a landslide
Nah, homie, we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
I make
the Gallery, I think the kicks Yeezy (Yeezy)
Talk about some Johnny Dang, why yo' kit cheesy? (Why?)
In store, I'm Johnny Cage with this punchin', shit easy
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
gifts, came with ribbons and she gave head
Your shortie got you gifts, came in rubber, safe sex
Kept on doing me hoping one day to export the vision
C13
Walk wit a limp
You will never see the other side of me
Going ape till I die
And I ain't surprised
There ain't nobody that can tie with me
Doing
like a lace front
Hey bruh
Go on tie ya lace up
I’m headed down the lane bout to lay up
Posted, chillin, smoking with a few I call some day 1’s
And we
not alone
Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up but see
It's hard to fuck with
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