Lyrics:
of got you by
Tio never made the call so all in all y'all had to
Decide
To survive
The projector of life
Tinkered away and then spliced
A background fit
Yo once a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the, the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga I'll
Yo once a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the, the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga I'll
(Trauma Tone) Once I get in my lil' mode
I ain’t fuckin' 'round with these niggas
On a boat, got her
She feel love on the water
Digenero, when she look
mr hanky
All you niggas suck hickies you can't fuck so I get her vickies
And good luck wit the fuck cause she picky but fuck the good luck
Once I fuck
got God, I don't have a wolf pack I am the baby, no bottle
I took my steps, it ain't no more crawlin', I'm fina run up some profit
Show em my worth by
of the pack
And that's a fact say!!
This ghetto thing is all of that
After serving justice you could learn from Wise
People of the world know we deserve
pack by my 19th
It's crazy how I was suicidal, yet scared of death, think
Decade on end feeling this, but it's over I can take a breath
Money can't buy
Pass the fuckin' weed, nigga
Man my fuckin' phone is goin' crazy right now, man
Once this nigga hurry up and bring me this blunt
Shit, man
Ahh
in one
On my own, I was all alone
By myself, never folded once
Yeah you know what's up
Iced the chain out
When we rolling up, you gon' know
and it metallic
Stash spot made by my mechanic
Bundesliga back yeah I had to grab it
Portuguese chick or Spanish
Got a pack and make it vanish
Call me Penn
Fuck with the team we rack up by the hour
Focused on money and focused on power
Pop out the cut, all black like Howard
You know what's up with me
I got
on da runtz
Yeah Yeah
Im blowing on the motherfucking pack(pack)
I got the bread for exact
Goddamn, I made all this cash
Goddamn, I made all this cash
so pack all our bags and leave out all regrets
by morning we'll head to the mountains instead
we ain't gonna go to new york
we're gonna go
once, well I have but it was by your hoe
And shit
You can say that she was jumping
The way she was humping
And bumping
And sucking
To all my songs yeah
feelin' important
Dick her down, she'll be gone by the mornin'
She got them ass shots that I like
Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
She say she got
forget man!
I got niggas on the block, block
Niggas with them gats, gats
Niggas on the strip, strip
Puffin' them packs, packs
To my workers that
I'm strictly business gotta watch you
You snake me once, you snake me twice I'll be a fool
Fooly up the street want static yea, we got them tools
I'm
The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want me to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts
Once, I had no sympathy
back
The pain caused me to close myself and stack all these racks
Smoking on a pack And I start getting flashbacks
Memory come to mind rolling while you
The illest MC, braggadocios flow
Vein like an IV, and I'm all up in the system
Blink once and you might have missed him
Pack a punch, like I'm Sonny Liston
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin' my step (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Gucci on all my belt
Racked up
at a hundred
Move around em like a fast pass
With a little yellow bitch with a fat ass
I get the dope by the trash bag
Vindo moved dope like a trash can
Talk
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
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