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bitch in her mouth is my seeds
We beat the block down you thought it was creed
Hustlin' too much think I'm suffering from greed
32 slimy not talkin' Lil

cells out just like a fart
(Skrrt, Farting)
I done fucked yo' mama by the time
You get paid for yo' art
(Aye, aye, stupid ass)
This troop coupé, dippin'

Yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah, yeah
It's Lil Gnar, yeah
It's Lil Gnar, yeah
It's Lil Gnar

Smoking on medical tell by the odor
She put her ass

and a microphone
Studio was far from plush but them lights was on
Couple hunnid thousand stashed at my mama's home
Real estate in Atlanta, but ain't nobody know

for the stealth
I ride for my niggas I'd die for my niggas fuck everyone else
I live by this glock to shut down the block
I'm shootin, I'm shootin, I'm

I know you coasting mix emotions
How C-Notes keep flooding
Drop sauce by accident
Imagine what I'll do on purpose
I'll hit my mark if spark in dark

just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip NyQuil with her
(Mami, I just wanna sip that lean)

Shut down they block
You know we rock out with them poles, we

Canes while I'm watchin' Raising Kanan

And Rose ain't never been heartbroken by a broke bitch
I'm on some Alexander Wang shit, you on some Coach shit

on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah

Pull up on that

a drill
Ay, what the fuck up, lil nigga
You say you dying to kill
Then kill some
Come and drill some
Let me know what's up
Cause by my brother, bitch, I'm

the "fireman" to get me down
I had my own ladder but I knocked it down

When I go to work I'm high
I fuck shit up, that's all the time
I'm so bogus, I'm so lazy,

moves just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by

purchasing actually
I take three laps 'round the store and get back to me
I might've calmed down by then, but maybe not, ya'll made me hot
Twelve hundred

and the rest on the bed
Serving white to every person, and of any all color (Work)
Niggas laugh i’m finna run down on ‘em, with a raw cutter (Bah)
I’ma slide

Hatchet Execution

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

to grindin'
On the Eastside
We ride
And Drive-By
And if you actin' live, kiss yo' mama and wave her bye-bye
I try
To get along and it don't work
I love to hurt

and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's

swerving chevy
Riding out my damn lane
Damn shame, how they treat the boy
I just sing my story
I go up
I go so far up then fall 200 stories
I go down
I get

political parties is private clubs
That's not a democracy, That's the mantra ?
Demonic
Controlled by rich elite and economics
Never trickle down
And convict

listen mama
This something you
Need to hear
I’m down for you
And I’ll be here
When you need me
Disregard what they say
I need you
To believe me
Ian going

out to Cancun
Countin' on me, leave a nigga in the bayou
Nigga shut the fuck up, I can come and buy you
Electric Lamborghini when a nigga pass by you

sent by the great and I swore I would fuckin' protect it

This a killshot, everybody knows it
I'm comin', I'm makin' noise
But they actin' like they

equipped
With some big tit's baby you're the bomb
And I heard your pussy's sweet like candy
And you be havin niggas down
To be down like Brandy
Well what I

while I'm down on my knees
In case God might appear as I speak
Begging Him, "please
Have mercy on us all, take the weight off of our shoulders"
Stuck in

my murder bitch
Show me that you lay down in that cut and let that .30 hit
I been rappin' in my sleep, I think that I'm too built for this
I don't