Lyrics:
[Turk]
They got this nigga named Rob, and Rob is my dog
His people doin' bad, sometimes I break him off
I got love for the nigga 'round my way,
Fine Queen next to me got my two heads throbbing
If a nigga try to rob me let the hammer do the clobbering
See a hater it's on insight
Wipe em out like
I've been crowded by all these fakes
And the shitty advice
And Plus I hear they still compare me
But we nothing alike
Shit I'm the new version right?
Got surprise and a fan base get fame
When I'm tryin' on a part you move a hand shake
Can't wait til my album drop
I'ma cop the money call a super
a Tropicana and a sack to burn
Cause they've been waiting on my
Album like a tax return
I just got a new set
Put a knife to your skin got you screaming
Thinking
Bandana wrapped-wrapped 'round your head
The bandana wrapped 'round your head
For niggas that's scared
Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody
What what
Niggas is pussy
Keep 'em running from the Werewolf, oh
Howling at the moon on the roof
Eh, ah, no, get 'em
Ten niggas on him, hope God's
connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
[Chorus]
That first verse is just
What what
Niggas is pussy
Keep 'em running from the Werewolf, oh
Howling at the moon on the roof
Eh, ah, no, get 'em
Ten niggas on him, hope God's
at the hospital ratting 'bout a wood bat
Detective heard about a robbery and he ain't like that
Came 10 deep to the spot I laid my head at
They arrested me, but
have niggas in beef
Dat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleep
Pissed off, I done took my fifth loss this week
Big dog, I can scratch that
Yeah
Levoy, The Martian
WEIRDOGang
BEAST MODE
X Rated
X Rated
X Rated
I call this shit X rated
I get a call whenever my ex faded
I decline it
the look on mama's face
I knew something was wrong, by the smile and the smirk
You know the look you get when your mama really hurt
She shook her head, I
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
don' took a loss rob it off I'm a genie
My girl she a 10 cut her off she too needy
Got big plans, I kinda thought this would be easy
I'm working if you
to rob
Streams going up, so my last album didn't flop
I'ma drop this shit right here today, for the real squad
Real squad
For the real squad
Real squad
lie about this shit
You can walk me through the x-ray, I got metal in my hip
I got metal in my pocket, I got money on my head (aye)
Too much stepping in
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
to a catch homi
Yea the way the glocky blow
I almost thought it was a thotty
And the blunt Afghani
10 deep at your party
Whole gang makin waves
Yea we pouring
of an angel watch how she fly
The clouds in my head affected my mind
You woke up the dead the day you walked by
I broke every rule and never asked why
Like
Sherwood Kiraly
My Professors, including my minor advisor, Emily Anderson
The English Department Head during my time at Knox, Monica Berlin (R.I.P.)
Chad
Out of mind out of sight now my head on right
[bridge]
Gotti-ah, gotti-ah, gotti-otti-otti-otti-otti-ah
[chorus 4x]
I tried me a 9 to 5 but it'n work
she said she only fuck real niggas
Swear to God I keep it 10k
By no means am I my living like a pimp
Though I had surgery and walk with a limp
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