Lyrics:
from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in
away from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (bitch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade,
Arms are rocked up, Bentley wit' the top up
Uh, you don't stop, come on
If you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us
Wave in the booth you know where to find me
Wave from the dirt make dirt look shiny
Wave keep head up and keep shit timely
Yeah
And ya fuckin wit
paper get you turnt to a lick
Im up, no sleep, I’m up lil bitch
No we don’t give a fuck bout shit
If she bad then I’ma go fuck that bitch
These n****s
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin`
don't wanna fuck wit me, Imma loco bitch
I'm so loco, I'm so loco
You will Never slow me no no
I'm so loco, I'm so loco
You will never slow me no no
Ion want love no more
Ion want love no more
I'm not afraid of death
Ain't got nobody else
It's me by myself
Fa Rischod ima step
You let a bitch come
At Venice by the ocean
Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all around
Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
I pray L.A. can stay
pourin' the Sprites (LE got it, motherfucker)
Oh no, you can't stop this drank
I pour a trey in my Chick-fil-A lemonade while I'm gettin' paid
Oh no
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
got my gun
Read' to kill, don't worry bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those, just yo' casket closed
LOX, nah you rather fuck wit the cops
I kept it real, most niggas phony, cant fuck wit jabronis
Strapped like James Bond he more like Bon Jovi
Not talkin to suckers i tell em to blow me
We ain't jokin' no more, this ain't a game to us
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit us, we're dangerous
Cock back aim and bust
Lady Luck, Paul
They know I gotta stay lit
I got day ones I gotta stay wit
Live by the street code I can't change it
They told me stay focused you could make it out
say, they never done it
Got trey wit me
Don't play, you better run it
To You fuck niggas
All cowards
Forever haunted
We will truck niggas
And stay,
scars ain’t deeper than mines
They say no pain, no gain, So we go through war just for ours
Gotta keep a hard head, posted wit the Trey 9
And if I die
numb to the pain
Fuck is a goon to a goblin
You more like piranhas
My nigguhs a make you a day
E got the drake ain't talking champagne
I'm so stuck in my
dick you sucking?
Come on B, I just heard some shit about you, some foul shit
Fuck is the deal?
Suck my fucking dick you bitch ass nigga
No, you
ho got more nuts than you
Real ain't gotta say they real, but I'm more realer than niggas you fuck with
I done did more for niggas than they own fam,
cut the head off a whole snake
You cap then we decapitate
If you can't help you in the way
So get the fuck up out my face
I was swimming with them
Trey Day, Nuski
I done lost real day ones playin' in these yellow lines, you hear me?
I'm the biggest, ain't no CEO or OG over me, nigga, I'm CEO
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
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