Lyrics:
to be throwing them perkys back
Hit his ass with ah chopper
You gone need more then a doctor way more then a nurse for that
We gone on a mission i get off
about where a nigga from
Chopper in the trunk with a hunnid in the drum
Mob a nigga up, then I'm headed to Milan
Gotta catch a flight to catch me
tolerate no disrespect
Can you feel me
I just made a couple racks
Can you feel me
Bad bitches on my IG she wanna kill me
Real boss shit by any means get that
source
He gave it to us for a cheap cost, for prices we all could eat off
A real street dog
The type of nigga that y'all niggas be studying learning
how
the hundreds for real
Yeah, I really love me a pretty ho
I got me some honeys for real
Checks comin' in, yeah, by the load
So I'm thumbin' for real
Hoes comin'
me put a kilo on it
Negotiating for it or either we take it
Niggas even shooting choppers in a fuckin' cadence
Fell out with some people that I
he steppin' (Grah)
How you say you real, but fake? (Fake)
Why you killed your dog? A snake (Slatt)
How your brother got killed 'bout you and
Your scary
rounds like these niggas
Tryna down me i Want to know why?
These niggas not real
I can tell by looking at them
Like they in disguise
The Makarov on me,
a state of coma boredom
Shouting from their roof tops it's hot like hell, just not like hell
The ground has cracked, that one's the real one
One by one
the woods, send the stuff with the gas
The shit by L, they know we gon' fast
The way that I'm moving, I'm going too fast
I already know this king gon' crash
See we will do anything for the bread
Even point choppers right at ya head
The Misogyny, violence we let it spread
As long as we coming out with
still spillin'?
Welcome to the dark side where it get real different
Lettin' off my chopper in the sky and hope that the God feel it
For my lost
by the
Skin off his doctor's psyche
He hopes it holds but knows
The locusts kamikaze nightly
He woke, promoted bug-eat-face
Insect chopper's biting
the chopper, eyes on watchin’
Somehow they never catch it when them cops is steady mobbin’
Dozen photographers gathered around a trash fire
Next day, front page,
Yeap, yeap okay, okay
Yeap, yeap okay, okay, okay
I double cup my lean
While I penetratin' your ho
Shorty Im twice as raw as you seen
By far
ya
You know I ain't hangin' with ya, you know we ain't bool nigga
Knock you out like Scoob nigga, I don't play by rules nigga
Real or you're fake,
[Chorus: x2]
Them niggas actors (actors)
They deserve Oscars (Oscars)
We pull choppers (choppers)
To war with the coppers (coppers)
Dog them
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
in the choppers
That play the roof, ready to snipe, stay bulletproof
Ease up on the over proof, level head the liable
And leave ya for dead, fill
look how they splashing
Them diamonds ain't real, they plastic
I put VS 1 stones in my Cartier glasses
Them diamonds, they looking fantastic
They see me,
burbs
Where your zone at?
Believe I push hella pounds
Where your town at
And bet I press the chopper
Right where your frown at
What your life like?
real
And let you meet that .44
Run your mouth you in the trunk
Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you niggas when you by yourself
We gon' hit
the bad bitches real niggas holler when we enter
Sky-Dweller looking like chilly in the winter
Twelve gauge Mossberg, that bitch look like a chopper
If
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
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