Lyrics:
Messi
Send your address then undress me
Make her legs shake, til the sun is up, imma run it up
Yeah i'm gonna run it up
This a big stun, 12 gauge shotgun
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
??? by the police local papers call this justice I call it murder ??? with a club in his hand ??? I watched you beat my friend to the ground let you
as a threat
Always on go, don't need no ready set
Kill you and your boys and I'll take your family next
Got a 12 gauge in the back it do damage
Put it in your
don't sweat it, study long, study raw
My man Deon said "Nas over-think the songs he writing"
I'm not a wack performer standing behind a corny hype man
brains in the pancakes nigga
My bitch classy and she keep her classmates with her
Your bitch ashy and she keep an ashtray with her
Had to do it one time
Leavin the cut in a rage
Loadin up my mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge
One of my boys just got shot, huh
Fuckin around, in that million
motherfucker
My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker
My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it?
Talkin' quick and then I vic just tryin' to keep
keep it lyrical
Once you walk the streets
They'll consider niggas "missing"
It's all apart of beef
I keep beaters all around me
Approach me and start it
with a 12 gauge, shed em pieces with no effort
Clifford called me Dextar treat the booth like its lab now
Turning to the bossman, rep wakanda, chedick
this cold ass world
Life unfolds, I unload to keep my sanity
I guess it's just the B-I T-C-H in me
Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
coming by Spirit
People of the world complaining, it's funny
My angels on the move 'cos I'm speaking
Fix my gaze on the word so I stand tall
Nothing
right where I stand
It's a nightmare before Christmas cause death was the gift
12 gauge shawty caused a face lift
Pump action shotgun was tucked in
above his fireplace
Hard to hear the angels in a shallow grave
You gotta
Run run Just as fast as you can
I got this cold 12 gauge I'm boogeyman
Defined by
a quarterback
Yeah (yeah)
Throw it like 12 (yeah), just so you know we don't fuck with 12 (fuck with 12)
Not in this bitch by myself, but I'm by myself (by
love to crunk, so what, plus I'm gangsta enough
To piss in Pimpin Ken's, pimp cup, rack a gauge and pump it up
Hot bitches still get fucked, niggas
gauge Remington on my gun rack
Stars and stripes flying high off the back of my truck
Course it's four by four
'Merica
Buck antlers, Colonel
Pussy niggas keep talkin' shit
I'ma having singing to the medicals
I don't fuck wit no federals
Fuck 12, them niggas terrible
They set you up, yeah, I
the well-paid
But hit us with a 12 gauge
A skeleton's your cellmate
Keep falling until you feel yourself fade
Into a world where weaponry is self made
By people
what it is
And every time I climb I wind up back on the skids
You always stood by me
When the natives start to whine
[Chorus: x2]
You're like
Cricket
Now it's a 12 gauge in the bag
2 fat shells on my lap
Might get hit when it slaps
GBOSAAA
Bodies gonn drop if u touch my darg
GBOSAAA
If I ain't
a vegetable to me
The darkness lives forever
Within your mind
Time rolls by and you never paid the cost
Without your mind your body-it's lost
Should we
set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By
the Benz up
Type it in, Google’s your friend bruh
14-year drug dealer and still counting
Who deserves the medal of
Freedom is my accountant
He been hula
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