Lyrics:
trashed my phone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by
Yuh, aye. Nah
Hahahaha, yo. Yuh, aye, yuh. What
Yuh, Yuh (Aye, nah)
I got a gun in the bag
Poppin' again, and again, and again
And, you bitch, you
niggas try drill some
The jungle where we come from
Niggas die before 21
All my niggas gotta make it home
Pray god protect my soul
This life of sin I'm
Say you love me, I'm onto you bitches
They don't love me, they lovin' the riches
Had to chill, I was movin' too vicious
I gave Fresh one, I don't
I do its to be done (aah)
Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though 'cause you don't really know
About
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Turn my voice up
All up in my feelings, got me movin' real desperate
Look
All up in my feelings, got me
Goin' on 21 ain't got no kids
See a bad bitch ima call dibs
Totin' on poles that's how I gotta live
Coolin' wit von yeah you known that's twin
Got a big
This girl was so fine, much more than two guns
I had to pump my brakes man she
Looked like no other kind, you can see in your mind
I had to take this
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[00:47.80]And I go by Savage[00:49.78]Ayy, ayy, ayy[00:51.07]And my gun it finna pop[00:53.17]Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy[00:54.54]Who
I just wanna be myself
Yeah fuck an imitation
Got it movin'
Lately it's a migration
Not just a phase
Nah this is in my placement
I'm late night
of the hungriest
Backed by Donald Johns and that's where my money is
[Rampage]
I told y'all six weeks rich don't forget
Another smash hit from my squad don't forget
mhlaba emhlabeni
Akwehlanga lunge hlanga kodwa sonke mas’xoleni
21 gun salute for ulova while we bury Him
Respect the dead fake tears from the enemy
Quotes
money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce
Movin' my tapes in major weight 'cause every dollar counts
Bustas is jealous and half these
God universe n nature
Thats my gun
Keeps me fully loaded
the ckret speak n coded
If i lived it then i wrote it
My math stay simple
Only handful know
yourself from the government
Well if you're gonna shoo them just use your fucking fists
As of January 21st 2018 1,049 innocent lives have been lost to gun
and clustered
At age 21 he was under the gun under the gun
Soft color of morning sun in a room he hardly knows
At age 23 what a shame what a shame he couldn't see
em as I party with em
My job is to make you all feel this
But I'm not don cornelius
I'm just a new black cesar here to please ya, ease ya
Movin
Surrounded by shooters I feel like the Nets
Got 3 hoes all on me I’m feeling like Press
Pasto beating my chest like Jett
Fuck it I’m tryna catch flights on jet
though he don't react
When the gun is in his hand
Better have a team we gon' bit through
Mad crews even got your moms screamin'
"Them dudes is bad
else is gonna get it for you
Huh
Bitch
Don't send me your location, I'm taken
By the mother fucking game
47, I'm moving like an Agent, (Loads Gun)
They
I'm 19 and I'm still getting wiser
You're 21 and you're fucked off a fiver
She speaks to me in a voice I don't like
But I love it when she's calls me
reception, nigga
Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, nigga
Spot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creep
That's me, and I'm there
one
Glad Theo with me, so you know that he gon' hold my gun
Some niggas want them friends, tell me niggas was just movin' funny
Niggas movin' dirty, so
If you wanna get by
You better not come shy
You can whinge and cry
'Til your eyes get dry but it still won't fly
They throw dirt on the sly
I
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