Lyrics:
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
fall
Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!
Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear
when you comin out the bottom yuh
Got shit to lose I could be sleepin' on the bottom bunk
I need that fifty fifty split half to me half to my killas
Do
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
OBM (Paco Jesus blessed the beat )
We gon’ push yo shit back back back
I can tell how by how you lookin what you lack lack lack
How you say you from
killa out of my name
Really don't have to be blowing up my phone
I am not the plug
Really don't have to be blowing up my phone
I am not the plug
You can
like Vick
What the fucks on ya hood
This is Mr. Westside
I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I supposed ta go
I
shining once again my lil' baby niece was born
Thought the storm was over till I heard we lost another one
I lost a G, i lost a brother he died by a gun
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
I'm a Triple D rockstar
Slid in her DM now she a first responder
I turnt the club so now it's me they honor
Killa Cam aye
Mr.West on the beat thats
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
My liquid money's a hypnotist to your Mrs
Lay back like I'm in the chair of a dentist
Nasir relentless, a freak like Prince is
Mystique like Sade
Mr.International
Havin Cash
NewWe$t
MoneyBags
Haters hate you mad
Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah
Baby
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
Yea
Eatup
Yea
How you claim you ah killa but ain't got no bodies it's up wen you see me is that right
I be deep in the trap had tah run up a sack now
Alright Mr. Thanksgiving
It's for the money this time (Drama)
Howdy do motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote
Bitch
Hardbodied shit
Long live bino
Long live lil drama
Bitch
Y'all know what the fuck going on
This gman
Yeah i might sign a deal buy a house off
on life support
I'm the executioner, it's time to cut it short
Lil Tristy and Mr. Silly, it's a wrap
Your rhymes are so garbage, no need for a recap
I
suck my d*ck
Don't have time to waste time
Give a fuck if you're offended turn it off or stop crying
I live my life by a whole different law
Not
B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath
You killas, caused a lotta devastation
You have no idea what you did to this nation
I fuckin' hate you, excuse my
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
fucked up
I been rolling with the same Killas since I became alive
Stay down, stay patient, stay committed just focus on yo grind
Lil shorty my student
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