Lyrics:
You know what I'm sayin' like
Real talk man, like, niggas ain't
Know about no Molly's til niggas
Brung it to the, to the table
(yeah) nigga like
somethin just wasn't right
It's my girl Kandi from out in Miami
Tellin' me that my man with some bitch in a Camry
Car seat in the back like he started
ninas
One shotgun the other one's by the penis
Only balls come between us
There's a million fish in the water
And i'm workin' the waves
Man my G will make
killers missin' a pot to piss in
His palms itchin' with dreams of executin' his vision
On a mission, watch as he grips his Glock with conviction
Can you
picture this shit
with six Aunts five Uncles
thugging a double apartment out
kids, cousins, and brothers
there I go in the pamper by the radiator
cursing
Vacations like Jason
You'll get cut in half and
Left with your heart racin'
By the TEC you'll get smashed
Together like a cleavage
And left a mystery like
Two days before when you came on your own
If you're so bad, tell me cuz
Why you ain't come back one man up?
Two hands up, or with your skeng?
arguin with this girl?
[Keith] Static we bring trouble to your right side
[Sadat] Man we here we just livin positive
[Keith] Static we bring
E.S.G. | Wreckchopped & Screwed Version | Ft. Slim Thug & Deshawn Hill | Screwed by Ray Face
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man
still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't
evidence, man, you can't fuck with this
For you niggas who won't give up all of your shit, you gon' be a dead bitch
You hear him and then a body droppin' in
to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no
I know by now someone told you about the cracker in Memphis
Three 6 picked up two years ago, the shit was
to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no
I know by now someone told you about the cracker in Memphis
Three 6 picked up two years ago, the shit was
playing with Pride
Loyalty i've been a Kea since five
Integrity, Brothers that stay by your side
Got principles, morals that we all abide
Respect one
no cap
All these fake gangster mans Are Ruining the rap
With the rented Ferrari's making Movies but they gas
They Say they got boxes
And they Shooting
Got a knife on me
Walking round Loagie off a pill
I know I'm getting 4 years if I
Get pulled over by old bill
I owe them 6 racks
But I'm on my pc
somethin'
By 10:45, I be done popped out with a book or somethin'
It's 11:00 now, I'm fresh and I done made a fifty
I fuck around and go to day shift just
dead on that
Like I passed on bro gave 'em a dap and told my girl let's go
Now back to the lab where I wrestle with God
Asking for forgiveness in
and doze to pros got called
by the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but I still
Put six in his back like he play for the heat
Boy you ain't fucking with me
Niggas can't see what I see
Niggas can't eat what I eat
They act like I
had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two TECs to
Take over this projects
They call him Two TECs, he tote two TECs
Multimillion dollar shit
Money is the object, hot shit
Bitch I got a sauna on my arm
Six figure, with no diamond reach a million Vacheron
They just talk
I can't be dressin in them kinda blues can't afford to wear tight shoes
You know me, the nigga with the six four frame
With a six four cock back
still? making that bite and shit
Now the esses calling me Lo Dinero
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by the front and I'm ready to play
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