Lyrics:
face
Get up out my face girl give some space
Hard ass niggas and no we don't hate
Grinding hard my bag I'm trynna chase
Every where I go Im gon fuck up
anesthesia
But ain't no reason to stop, we making fresh new hip-hop
We got the groove to make the party rock, like it or not
With the crew backed by Stew,
hoe me
Introduce your new ass
To the old me
Scoring packs and
Swishing like Kobe
Dodging snitches
Lock forties
And police
Bullet wounds done healed
Into
he's been wounded by a fucking tech
Rat tat to the tat tat, I'mma take him out of his memory
For ridin' my nuts and tryin' to stick me with delivery
with that boy know he a rat man you condone snitching
They took one of ours we get it back
We don't do no snitching
And yea we them n***** that took your
Mathis, see me blow my dough
And any bitch givin head, if she blow I know
Oh no, we had to go see Premo
Taped it up, The Reunion, a brand new cut
Up in
wanna leave this club
get to the tele and give the nigga some love
you really wanna touch the ice
i can tell by the way your eyes scopin the ice (at me)
ready, cuz we predicted this
I'm cuttin' every chick off, give my cell phone a break
I said fuck it, took myself on a date
If I ever let the bitch come
stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you)
I
downtown, you can’t see me, ridin' with the tint
I’m the only one doing mumble and real rap
There’s a time and place to spit it real and be a trap rat
Why
and ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin on no critical condition
Murderin is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
live by, ways I kiss by
We all murderers in the eyes of all ours
So when I pull a bubble up and back in your car
When I spit sixteen's you gonna wish
to sleep
Bombs fall on some poor folk
Fire smoke, boo hoo’s
Bombs fell on the enemy
Hip-hooray and woo-hoo’s
Shooting off ballistics, we’re twisted, we
I'm wit the slimers nigga
I'm wit the slimers nigga
I see you new to this shit
She coming outside wit the gang, she get to hop in the whip
We in
to bomb you
I smoke dub-sacks, used to fuck thug rats
Now I sitn in the section of bitches above that
Where my thug niggaz, slug niggaz, tear da club niggaz
lyrical backpack shit
Whack raps, got you looking like a goddamn bitch in Bangladesh
Bomb at all you pussies. I'm outlandish when I'm outkasted
Lab rats
on twitch
Your homie a rat boy we heard that he snitched
I was looking at A… and I wanted a kiss
I can't say her name
I got 2.1K I can't give out fame
Man
mountain of this bread to recruit some new football players
While yo brothers dying next door from having a lack of paper
That's cap
I went driving by my
tour and you callin' her road rat
We comin' to pro cat chicks with' mo' fat on yo' back
Feelin' the drillin' after my show cracks
[Chorus]
Call
tellin'me that
I'm gone give you the whole world
I cannot stress cause my bitch
Is better for the most part
Oh sure I like her new ass
And u know that I
a grudge, shootin slugs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
we takin shots on paparazzi, "gonna fly now", nigga like rocky
you got
dental
And when ur gone
She cooking dinner
While laughing at Jimmy Kimmel
I’m forever dope
Like 1980’s syringes
Ronald Regan dropped a bomb
That
is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go
Then we can let you live, you made that switch
And now it's time to kill you bitch
Give you an overdose
i trust
I just dont like to be a burden on anyone i truely love
And if i dont give up the old ways of life or get caught up by my self image or pride
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