Lyrics:
a nigga that's no cap, quit complaining
Babygirl you 10 you dime
Keep a Toolie and you know, I don't play by mine
I Can never give a fuck, not one you
My nigga Trae, Miggity-Mike D
Present that shit niggas
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that, fucking with that H Town
We don't
on them missions
I get real retarded
Slap a nigga with that pistol
My nigga fam put that beast in
Me and I miss 'em
Jaw-locked, mouth all twisted on them
glock fully, hot pellets
Have me running through the hall
It's on, like you being chased by the relic
Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any
to build songs
They was in the park between the buildings
And they dancing face like "ah-hah" and "mm-hmm"
Voice would echo, calling--slap off
over, monopolize all up, in your face
H-A dub and my nigga Lil' Trae
Ready for pistol play anytime, anyday
Okay, it ain't a game
All chumps get squashed
with my tee on
Beat her in the morning by the kitchen with the tea on
Thirty birds comin' in Atlanta, just like Deon
Nigga wanna argue on the net,
ain't gone b the same
Writing this letter cause my pride ain't gone say the same
I can tell by the eyes when ah Nigga did some flaw sht to me
Losing my
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
y'all niggas tongue touched, that shit make me sick
What the fuck this world coming to, think about our jits
Tread lightly when you speak by me because
[This song borrows from Trae's "Swang"]
"Niggaz better see a nigga roll
Starch diamonds and I'm rollin on 84"
[Chorus 2X]
Ay, ay, ay swang and I
[Chorus] x2
Hey this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like what's
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
knowing by now
Don't play around my name lil boy
You should be knowing by now
I got J_mine on the beat nigga
Yeah V-Dot is the king
When I pull up these
You say I hurt you
But thats a shame cause Im hurt too
You hurt by the whole truth
Thats what the truth do
If this is what its come to
I know that I
it's bullshit and lies
Won't you recognize
All the real gold gets stole by design
That shit in your mind
Off a nigga head for these nickels and these
that cash
Now his cash gone
Send a bitch to the doc
To slap a ass on
Bygones can't be bygones
Please don't try none
All we do it by guns
Pray soul live
I'd like to welcome y'all back to Mississippi
Yeah, I missed y'all, niggas
As much I know, God is for the thugs too, my nigga
This is for my
nightmare!
Nigga this the slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I'll slap your ass again
And tell
right nigga, fuck that
Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that
Call this the return
a chase
Call ya girl roll bouce cause I slap it then skate
3 Shots for ya Gold we call that shit tate
Smoking on cookie this shit got me baked
I'm the real
temptations, slap-boxed in the devil's cage
The globetrotter, spot rusher
I bust in your mouth like a gusher, it's Wu-Tang motherfucker!
"Iron Man," I cock my
dollar and takin no shit
>From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face
See I ain't no fzzzake, I
And slap a dumb ho yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Yo ho stay squawkin'
She need to shut the fuck up
Grown folk talkin yeah nigga, yeah nigga
But she a star nigga
She
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