Lyrics:
At midnight dawn, by a graveyard ghost
Someone whistles, la-dee-doo, that's mysterious form
One, spin a opp block, hop out, make a nigga fall
Two,
gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to toe
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no
I must stay
gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to toe
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no
I must stay
niggas, stay the fuck up out my way
I be true O.G., you can quote what I say
I'm a H-town nigga from around the way
Southside, ridin' dirty like I'm UGK
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks
a G
Out the Dirty Southside, of H T-X
In a throwback drop, or a four do' Lex
With a throw away Glock
When a nigga got plex
I'm fresh off the block,
bet we got some
Bustas discuss us, niggas poppin' all the Ying-Yang
Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man)
Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in
from 12 but I highly doubt it
My ambition to ride Is just like PAC
They won’t me to stop But I can’t stop
Do a burnout into whole shot
Nigga im hot n
y'all niggas tongue touched, that shit make me sick
What the fuck this world coming to, think about our jits
Tread lightly when you speak by me because
Slap in the hip-hop
Ta hell wit the ?tempres?
Modern day gangsta from the underground
Yay, niggas roll around wid tha boomin' ass sound
Got the 6-4
platinum
Jumped out the hummer nigga with the fist to mack em
This is a parking lot pimping and bitches
I slap 'em holla at my nigga E-40
And we gap 'em
different
Flashback to 2015 nigga used to really hustle
The pressure ain't make diamonds now that was a real struggle
2 Years later reppin' OT by my waist
Stay in yo lane or i just might have to smack a bitch
Niggas irate they feelings hurt they hurting shit
Gang way niggas with me on some skitzo shit
Mh mh ok
You ain't never met a nigga like me no
You ain't never met a nigga like me no
Who will fuck your fam then fuck your friends
Then cuddle up
Yeah yeah yeah
Dog Gang bitch
Niggas can't fuck with me
Yeah
Fuck y'all
Ridin strikers
Let 'em go for nine something
If it came with the title
Ima
knowing by now
Don't play around my name lil boy
You should be knowing by now
I got J_mine on the beat nigga
Yeah V-Dot is the king
When I pull up these
a nigga that's no cap, quit complaining
Babygirl you 10 you dime
Keep a Toolie and you know, I don't play by mine
I Can never give a fuck, not one you
they shit
I had niggas shootin' out from both sides
Ghost ride the hit, ghost ride the hit
Ghost ride
Fuck doin' drive-bys, when we slide
We doin'
a chase
Call ya girl roll bouce cause I slap it then skate
3 Shots for ya Gold we call that shit tate
Smoking on cookie this shit got me baked
I'm the real
title get took nigga
Michael jordan, jackson, tyson nigga
Get the cake like fuck the icing nigga
Trae is flawless, nothin nicer nigga
World is mine, don't
And if I beat you to the punch I punch you dead in your face
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
her like acid
Fuckin' on a white bitch from the past tense
Niggas made outta plastic, uh
.40 hit his walls, hit his plaster, ayy
I don't got no
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