Lyrics:
motherfucker..
{*barking*} Turn me up some
{*more barking} Yo
{*barking*}
[Red imitates an old woman]
Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here?
the park when moms kicked you out
Or if you gonna die, you gon' leave with a slug
Idolized your big bro, but he was a thug
If you squeeze your leather first
of the real shit we doin' over here
When my nigga get home, I'm gonna send him a Lear
For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air
With
of the real shit we doin' over here
When my nigga get home, I'm gonna send him a Lear
For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air
With
the game
Finally blow slip through the cracks of fame
Big arenas, have people chant my name
Fuck traffic, fly in a private jet
No more working in the nine
moved in next to me
This woman spelled out ecstacy
Said, "I've seen on the movies and TV
I love your records, but I ain't no groupie
Just wanna love
need CSI
I murder more motherfuckers
On a beat then hookers in grand theft auto on PS5
I bring the beat alive
But there ain't no money in rap
Cause
everybody tryna find our peak
Well they ain't heard shit yet, I'm the new Malik
And G the new Karim
We popping on the scene
With a phat speaker, screaming
And a Chinese takeout menu decorates
The gates with symbols
And the cats are feral and
Fat and unreasonably nimble
The trash is full to the top
No cans or bottles
Ayyy yup
[Intro 2X: D-Roc]
y'all niggaz ain't crunk
y'all niggaz don't bump
y'all can't blow out the trunk
y'all niggaz ain't crunk
[Chorus:
I told you mother fuckers we the greatest
They tried to play us now they gotta play us
I ain't gonna stop till I get my 40 acres
And ball like Kobie
Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet
Tryin' to be fly, ridin' high on the jet-set
With juvenile rhymes makin' fake-ass death threats
Big deal,
know it ain't right
But I'm trying my best to confess in the light
As I open up a new page
The old things have passed
No more housing this doubt
Took me
it's gonna be a stampede
N i don't fear shit but a judge that's mad with a grudge
cuz i made his yearly salary a week selling drugs
Give ya bitch love
wipe again, until you don't see no more shit
Then wash your hands in this bitch
Let this bump in the whip
Stop at a gas station take a big old shit
You
grilling with my undead clique
Beat so fat government gonna tax
Feds tap my line hit me up through the fax
Life be going by slower than molasses
If shit
[Big Pimp]
I know that y'all feel me now
Since we dropped that Versatile
Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while
We in the hood coming up with
my ways
And with each passing day
I gotta prove myself
Working hard
Ain't no parellel
Don't do this shit for
Anybody else
Working on me
And I'm tryna
hoes fuck with GMG, I'm lit just like a blunt
The nigga acting big dog when he knows that he's a runt
Steady kicking shit with Gamma, nigga, I ain't
down by the san francisco bay.
Sittin' in my back door
Wondering which way to go
That woman I'm so crazy about
She don't love me no more.
Lord, I think
had you by my side made me so happy and I felt the proudest
Caught a case yeah I lost my job still stuck with me right by my side
Took care of me
What the fuck?
What's this shit now?
Dealt with the devil like I'm Mr. fucking Faust
Little piggies, please come outta your damn house
The big bad
want you no more, man that's sad bro
I ain't even really mean to do you like that
But she don't wanna do you either
Guess it's a wrap, shit
Bad bitch
50k on this one Tecc, this a fat Chrome Then the Bullets big as Fuck to shoot at Domes
Nigga, I've been grindin' up, I'm Just true to that
Broke niggas
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