Lyrics:
You really wanna talk stuff
Ok hope you backing it up
Cause it's some niggas on the faculty that's strapped with a gun
And I don't really give a fuck
of applause offload everybody scatter
Z man say fi kill, suh we pop it off everybody drop
Mi Just ah pound out them face wit the mini chopper
Hammer that
kids
This shit ain't for kids, this shit ain't for kids
This shit ain't for kids, this shit ain't for kids
Pop out with a big gun, N4k, this shit ain't
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun
Nigga bust it
Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap
here and shit nigga
Turn the lights off, man turn the lights off
Man pull up nigga, I said pull up cuh
Hold on, hold on, that look like One Time
Oh
said sumn
I thought a lil' bitch ass nigga who get no thots said sumn
Niggas think I'm a opp the way they see that red gun
Man this label on some, man
[thug] I told you this fuckin guy man
Yo man, yo be, this is my fuckin block, get the fuck off
[Keith] Shut the fuck up
You never had a fuckin green
man
I'm really gonna snap
[Bridge x2]
[Chorus]
Way now over there
I'm a now how to make a n**** beg please
When a bullet goes by
Probably
I'm going to get my gun!
This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
(Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?)
I got something for his ass.
(Calm
the nine milly gun it
I leave you dented by the way glock pop
Take a hot shot, push ya knot back like a drop top
Freeze like coke in the drop or ya float
and we sliding, letting shit pop off
I miss my dawgs (I miss my dawgs)
I miss my dawgs (I miss my dawgs)
And they killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I
watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees
Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, "Akshun, please!"
I put my gun between his eyes, said,
I’ll up it on you, done seen too many get pop up
Soon as you get quip up or telling on you get you locked up
I’ll up it on you still man one be
how to
Wipe, them guns off, get that money money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny
Show, these motherfuckers, just how hungry you
Get,
no broke bum
That take off when the check come
Need a nigga got his cake up
That blow bread through the cash gun
Pullin' bitches with a cash gun
Party
the dingers
Pop them doors man turn to a sprinter
We had the whole of BG flaming
Gun feds asking who pulled that trigger
Free my bros boxed in on the wing
I
It's Kaden on the beat
Hey Alex, real head-tapper, nigga
Stop by gang, nigga
This is what's up, gang
I come through the rip and I'm bumping that
niggas be scrambling, gambling
Up in restaurants with mandolins and
Violins. We just sittin' here trying to win, try not to sin
High off weed and lots
girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
spark
I'm the type that'd try
To take somebody heart
Out they chest wit my bare hands
I don't care man!
I got a lot of guns but
I just bought another one
nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
swords, shields and guns
Swords, shields and guns
Swords, shields and guns
My mans IronLungz is really fly
Fuck with him, you'll prolly die
Lievanos over
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