Lyrics:
y'all niggas outfits
We the glitch like Y2K
Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day
"Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible
self
Bad in my Benz, bad wid me belt
Big bad bitch pan me hip a bring a friend
Pop off a gun shot a buss innah yo, shut the fuck up
Me a the dan a your
a smoking gun
Yo now she really stressed bad
Baby by her step dad
Her and lil man
All alone up in Westhave
Tough road and without a car
It's a tough
the gun in his hand
Pointed at the old man's head, makin' demands
I looked out the lobby door, saw the same police man
Drove by, it was no surprise, I said
suit, me say you win it
Man a mad over your style just get inna di spirit
You nah drop off, gal to your merit
You never pop down, gal your body mi will
to tripping
Posting them guns on your Instagram
Don't mean shit
I know a nigga who had all these guns and got snaked by his man, homie
I can't tell you how I
NineLives muthafucka till I drop
When the guns go off they pop
We leave your body outlined in chalk
If you talk you better learn to walk the walk
'Cause
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
attacks, yuh dome a crack
Yuh chest a pickup six like a corona pack
Pop out mi gun, bwoy dead!
Please nuh kill me, dat was him last words
Bwoy marrow fly
and emotion
Copper by di portion cyaa
Cool wid purple lotion
When mi guns in motion
Blood running like di ocean
Dung inna di execution
Man mi nuh powder like
like the Chrisley's
Can't be on my level, I'm one of one
Your time is up and mine just begun
Ay this the summer to pop off
Talk your shit
Get that bag
slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - they label me as a dome checker
[B.G.]
Nigga, I swear, you don't want me to go off
'Cause when I
Beat billionaires
Take off, aww shit, take off, aww shit
You know wat it is man
I'm standin' in tha club you kno wat I'm sayin'
I ain' pop nun yet
the wheels pop off, no movie ticket, go pop that corn
Watch your mouth or speak with your chest
miss my white friends, they don't get me vex
Hold up, who's
me jump on this track and get busy
N.O.R.E. man I got you let me roll up the splizzy
Good grippy, that's all I expect
Now I'm a set it off like I'm
gun gun blast
Undercover man, how you want it man
Ima fool on the loose with a gun in hand
I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man
That'll stop
a smoking gun
Yo now she really stressed bad
Baby by her step dad
Her and lil man
All alone up in Westhave
Tough road and without a car
It's a tough
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
This ain't no charity
Ima get you some Jacks, since you wanna be childish and shit
You ain't gun get nothin' by sittin' down on yo ass (down on yo
what your bout
I know what I'm capable of... Love, nigga
Run up in your house, gun up in your mouth, lights out
Nigga, I'm a shooter, shooter yea
I
[Uncle Howie]
"Glenwood mother-fuckin' Projects, that was the fuckin' place man. Fuckin'
crack smoking all night. Cookin' it up, sellin' C4,
shit, not feeling it
Popping these pills, tweaking I'm off one
Imagine the top gun, no mag or a full drum
I'm blowing shit
Holdin' shit
It's manufactured
for the whole city man, everybody
Turn up
Put down the guns and pick up some money
(I'mma keep mines and keep the money
Yeah you know what I mean)
(I
and get folks?
Got you all yelling, I thought you'd pull out a gun and hit four
But you's a scary dude(okay), believed by very few (okay)
Just keep it
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