Lyrics:
plumper this season, I love to cuff 'em
I'm afraid of nothin' but nothingness, ain't it something?
Warmongers are dumpin', they'll point and click at your
to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs
Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped
I'm still wit my hood, hollow point still in
go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome
said, "Excuse me lil' homie, I know you don't know mebut
my name is Windy and I like to blow trees" and
from that point I never blow her off
Niggas
central nervous system like heroin reppin' Maryland to the fullest
Bustin' like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers, don't pull it
I
Mr Big Mr Big
They call me Mr Big that's what they call me
Serving on that white girl, trunk filled up with Halsey
Say you getting money like lil
money
I'm just getting to that mula
Everywhere you see me at I keep a shooter on
Mr fuckingniggasbitches back
I be on some shit in fact
Caddy like
of 4s
Gotta couple of hollows
Smoking gelato
Swerving the auto
Yo bitch wanna follow
Hit her up I'm on mano
I took her out out shopping
Italian Milano
valenciansa
Papa mi longa
Papa mi longa
LiL Mark ma daddy
LiL Mark ma daddy
Banana telephone
Melon
Stuffed animal chango
Hollow slept
13 chapo
Bus wheels fall
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
It's at least 100 degrees, sweating like a fool
Aight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Juice, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
By any means I gotta get it
You can
you just follow
Step back in time i just crush your soul
Step back in line i just trip 10 toes
All my feelings held together by one mortal soul
Teach
Smokin' this shit like I'm tryna' prove a point
I'm the highest, the highest title, numero uno
Kill my vibe, that's your motherfuckin' funeral (haha)
slinging crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Running with dangerous niggas and packing gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, looking so clean,
point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And they ain't takin' no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in
Lettin' them suckas have it
Like magic, "Abra Cadabra"
Squash the chitter chatter
Your blatter is fin to splatter
When these hollow points scatter
Oh
Money SQAD Up representa
Don't temp my temper hollow tip yo temple
Make you head resemble a temple
Call me Mr big stuff
Cuz I keep my bricks stuffed
Ya
again
Clouded judgement
By the wayside left
The body of loss
Forsaken place
Hollow point
where I reside
The fog isn’t clearing
Deep as The wind
Through
doin nigga?
[New 9]
Man I ain't doin nothin just chillin.
Layin back in this bitch.
In this cold heartless ass world.
[Mr. Serv On]
those who are outdated with vernaculated thought, so
Every time I take a turn MC's take a loss
My point across, I gotta get to where I wanna be
It's Mr.
Take your bitch but I don't want her
Switch my gear like I'm in Wano
If it's built, it can be toppled
What I've been through made me
nuttin' to follow
although you'll get my point, even though my points are hollow
watch ya back for the Mobb Deep and RSO assembly
it's like henna rock
There's no way to survive in
The city it's a shame
Niggas die from my hollow-point
Bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin
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