Lyrics:
to shut him
300 shots turn his ass into flubber
My pinky ring is a cluster
I don't hang around no busters
What you smoking on? It gotta be truffles
Gave
wick
Kill my dog, it won't be no Part four like John Wick
This paper and this water got me fly, I think I need to take a shit
Long live P&B rock free
Bust on your bitch like a bust on the beat
Everyday I be counting a P'
(counting bandz nigga)
Walking around G-lock on me
(Ina fucking bag)
You know
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
youngn
I’m just getting to a bag, youngn
Shouldn’t be hating on me
John from the p’s
Roll up a bleeze
Every young nigga got trees
Even the mommas
balling hoping that I fuck it up
Niggas don't give a fuck til they see you falling
Turn around and it be the same niggas calling
Talking bout they down bad
I really witnessed trap niggas turn to rats 'bout that cheese
Really take the stand and sing
Point a finger, Pleasure P (I can't ever do that, no)
else wins the race
No, I give up, today is not my day
but then I take a deep breath and say
Calm down - when you're about to go crazy
Turn around -
at me they better turn around
Choppa let it sing like it got put up on that rolling loud
I keep it 100 that's the reason why I'm balling now
Ride around
I gotta do my iconic laugh, you know what I'm saying
Niggas have to turn up, mms shit
Wow, wow
Let me hold this one, uh
I'm yellin out Slatt, I'm
And I ain't touch it
Cause it came from texas
Nigga workin' for the police
Sometimes I don't feel like texting
But I still run around
With Drank
the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
So when ya ready for the real bitch hit me on my cellin'
It' all the same
(These hoes wanna marry a nigga)
The same ol' game
(Then turn around
got the cash from a lick don't read the tags we just spend (no need to read that shit)
But we spend it fast
Feeling like Lil Kee all my guns got
Impressed by what he just overheard
John was inspired to try
This magical food that ol Benjamin spoke of
As a child John was not much for seafood
But he's
Tuff chat no that no lock
Around here modern park
Up a lot around here
Survive what
Not around here
Drive by and chalk up the block
Around here
Bad mind
Watching the tension grow
I am sailing off to London
I am accompanied by someone who always pays
I have found a wealthy husband
Who will keep me in
to cops
Five 0 n**** fuck five 0
Turn a n**** to a corpse and a john doe n****
Live from the trenches
Ride on them bitches for my n***** hitting switches
I've been gone so long, God, I miss you so much
Sometimes Johns old lady
She'd turn around to him and say,
"John, if you don't quit your messin'
it's time to turn up
Feel like Kobe, I'm coming to clutch
I'm feeling underrated like Russ
I hope Satan get hit by a bus
Follow Jesus so I cannot lose
ring like Big Ben
Inna da endz where shit be so ments
Best watch how you talk
Cos shit might get tense
Turn P's into Q's
And Q's into pence
Then recycle
the deeds to my fruit of labor
Every time I turn around
Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown
Ten million was the last check
Devil wanna deal a nigga death
the hole it's too late to go back
The consequences last forever, that's a verified fact
We live in the dimension ruled by bad actors
Misinformation rampant
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