Lyrics:
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
Throttle back, drop the plow
Shut it down
He wipes his face off with his t-shirt
Climbs down and meets her by the gate
Takes himself a long, cool sip
Lays
slow while I break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop
And under my seat for you suckers it's your final curtain call
The one two to the gauge P-U-M-P
You want to do a jack
I heat the barrel 'til it's empty,
I'm not the one that she thinks about and
She said it stopped being fun, I just bring her down
I said, "Don't let your future be destroyed by my past"
Now I'm a break it down in the Unkle style
Drums of death that are worth your while
In the file, I'll dial, I said
Anyone who says we're not
to the store to use the payphone
Called up Mack, "Hey yo J.D. homey"
Hung it up and rolled down Dagger
Heading for the nigga he was after
By the time he
a stupid-ass jerk
He hopped out his car and walked to the back
Then I drew down with my gat, I said, "Punk, this a jack
Empty your pockets and drop your keys"
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
the day came when I felt a natural emotion
I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump in the ocean
And when a train goes by, it's such a sad sound
No, no,
"Hello"
"Colt Ford, what's going on brother"
"BG how you feelin' son?"
"Doing alright cuz
Think it's about time
We take 'em back down that dirt
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
in between, yeah, right
Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
Black like James Brown, it?s been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass
with my top down
Drop the top
Just drop the top
We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
Whatever you call it just drop the top
We call 'em rags,
low-ride, 'cause these 20 inch rims just make it so hot
You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky
And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds
when the ball dropped for 90
Now it's 9-9, ten years behind me
What's gonna happen?
Don't nobody know
We'll see when the clock gets to 12-0-0
Chaos,
It flash like lightning
No nuh fist fighting
Rubba grip plus it chip
Not niceys
Banana clips load a shot
Man lost an drop bullet find him
Tapes ah
a puff a whole bag
It's low down and I'm low-key
Now O.G. Niggas know me (True)
So take it easy, let's dance
It ain't surprisin', these motherfuckers
pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
-Chorus-
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't
down before Her crown I cry
CHORUS:
If you would just drop by sometime
If you would just drop by
If you can possible make it up sometime
I can be there
on that shit, I bring it to 'em
where they pump at, 12-gauge Mausberg
No shell in the head 'fore you put in work
You gotta pump that - you done hit a nigga
The world is mine, nigga, get back
Don't fuck with my stack the gauge is racked
About to drop the bomb, I'm the motherfuckin' don
Big fish in
murder
Know it's unsolved
Like I'm Paul wall
Searching for myself
I was feeling lost
Hit you with this 12 gauge but the front sawed
How to get away with
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