Lyrics:
the stone on her finger
Not trynna have a nigga
Chasing with the stinger
She said the union had soured
So we became close like
Miami-Dade did to Broward
And I
a hit, and transform like the GoBots
Tell my uncle that I know what he know not
Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like raping coyotes
Wild like forty
speeds, dumpin' on the cops
It's mad dope like the Grinch, who did what? Who stole Christmas
Attitude over there by the fence butt naked
Toe-tagged him,
steerin' (skrrt)
Virgil made this Louis on me his self, like, "What it he wearin'?" (What?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in by myself, or with my man
Even when
dad's a lush, so all we really had was us, what?
Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get some chips
And about a half a brick
Now the whole
war, we get it poppin' for sure
Hop out the Ford, your body drop to the floor
And it remains up in this game, we ain't the Same
And it remains up in
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
You're not welcome
On me
We've been
Culled by men
We've been
Culled by them
Let me breathe
Breathe
Wolves breed
From the death of deceit
They spit
They
you gon' hunt me down
Please hunt me down bae
Back in the day like
We could get arranged by livin' our day lives
Then comes late night
She jus want me
on the borderland
And I can dance real good.
A freight train rattles the chandelier,
And if we're like plug-in reindeer,
Whose chords can't stretch far enough
shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do (do)
Don't get it confused but dude I'm not
for that grip
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come
money in a box, underneath the bed, he's heard, like 30 thousand bucks
Just wave the rifle in the air, we'll wear our balaclavas, just give him a scare
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
We goin' hard in the paint like
shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do (do)
Don't get it confused but dude I'm not
came with the plan
I came with a Glock, bullets run out, niggas getting socked off top
We were selling dope, like we was from the rock
Off pot,
a stanky scene
Like look listen take some notes I start it all off in my brain
It's not a day that go by I don't think about my niggas in the grave
Now
I loved standing by the water and just knowing what it's for
It's all right to swim and sip it- let me have a little more
Like my woman like my
tryna flaunt you girl
Yeah like Where you wanna go
We can go wherever baby we could take it slow
Yeah like Where we gonna end
Up I don't really know
But
With hearts of midnight
Brightened by his infernal light
We stand as a monolith of wrath
United under the goat of a thousand young
Two horns thrust
whiskey, but cold to caress
She slid like a viper from her tooled leather dress
Forty-one thunderer, colt repeater
She's a silver-tongued wonder
tears
So let's kick this party from dead to live
Shoot it on up like a Colt .45
MC Delite, if you're number one
Bust a cap in the crowd with your
don't like the sound of this
Rebel, but my country doesn't want me
They'd rather hunt me, but you'll never catch us all
While you fuckin with
me! See we different
Everybody out here braggin' 'bout they dough
But when it's time to spend that money, where that bread go?
I beat that shit like
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