Lyrics:
out
Cause I'm the old school pervert
You know what I be all about
I'm lookin for a girl with some fat lips
And some nice hips
A honey dip to come
(miracle)
Her last man money hysterical
She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio
I'm the same nigga bustin' their stereo
Yeah, my boys on the block selling
stacks
Sixty M's later and three hunnid tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close
worth twenty sixteens)
Smoke four-two oh with twenty-six teens
Fast forward four years
That's twenty-six G's
Ha ha haha, fuckin' bitches
While I'm puffin'
Ayy woo
(Dee B Beats) bands
Real niggas, woo
Real niggas live by the code
Catch a nigga lackin' with my fucking bros
(Woo) i don't fuck with opps
[Hittman]
All my Cali motherfuckers wave your hands like so
And all you bitches getting pimped give your man that dough
Yeah I walk with a limp
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire
Laid by the father for the son.
Good shelter down there on the valley floor,
Down by where
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
bars and they way too creative
I'm a smart but i'm a reckless kid
Loved by many, hated by less
With bro's and dargs hope u don't get bit
Don't follow
donned on my wrist,
Don’t speak on my name, don’t speak on me change, subtract one from six - just plead the fifth,
Rotator cuff torn, a man forlorn,
Yea
Two, four, six
Kairos
Bad practice, see I prolly pon a boat with a actress (uh huh)
Babygirl hit my line, fully active
With de men, is a vibe,
look easy
I'm steady grinding man I swear you going to see me
Believe me
Trust me I brought everyone with me
Domestic violence how I beat up the kitty
We
I live by the code you know the street laws we've been taught
We don't speak to police come with a deadly cost
First piece of jewelry ice froze right
my baby ok/ ha verby ry nie, stop!/ kla by my sy kry nie tot/ ha bydie hysie, fok!
Chorus 1
Lets all go in/ its not too expensive/ we can bargain with
that shit off)
(Hey man, you boys suck man, garbage, man) (Fuck the $uicideboy$)
(You sound like a fucking generic Three 6, man)
(I don't even got
Whooh-ooh
In a town where the price of a life is nothing
(Price of a life is nothing)
Whooh-ooh
Get away while you can from the man with the pearl
Not me with a .9 in my hand
I could fall asleep lyin' next to a dead man
Ya gotta understand me
It's been a vet sorry motherfucka layin' out dead see
death on every peagan
If I finish my night in some gutter with my throat cut
By some fake friends who had me doped up
Fill this whole planet with smoke
High body, low body
Six bodies, Ten bodies
Act about it, be about it
Never seen a dead body
Call somebody, leave the party,
Act retarted, don't you
Mixing codiene with the perc
Got my vision blurred
Throwing six like Kareem
Bitch I'm ballin out the league
Man I gotta feed the team
Getting rich by any
Asiatic black Hebrew
The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus,
it's what we need to see
But all I see is toting guns that you'll never use up and down on my Twitter feed
Man Nipsey getting hit with six hollow tips
never made me
Eight: live by four and shit'll be straight
You know, where your head at, son?
Get your shit together, man get
Your shit in order, boy, ya
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
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