Lyrics:
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck
what up?
I spit SARS, you spit nut up
Bitch, shut up, it's in my bone marrow
Marked for death, I don't even trust my own shadow
When they can't touch
good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up
(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep
backseat with A.R.P
It hold bout 50 shoots
Monkey nuts up on the Glock
You know we finna let it dump
Caught them niggas at the party
Had to let them know
me
To Chow's or Phillipe's
Bitch you seen my peops
A-S-A-P bitch we deep up in these streets
Pretty nigga gold teeth and I roll too deep
If you want it
that I'm gon' make it fuck the stats nigga
You gotta put up attempts, pop said this
He gave me the hustle, "Nigga shut up and sprint"
'Til you're
still
Hitting the big F,
Some man got their account shut down,
And I swear it was causing them big stress,
So they ran back to trap,
Flipped the Ps back,
free
And smoke blunts to tha sounds of the e and p
What ya didn't know we shut shut shut 'em down
To the east and west team coming straight to ya town
too cold
Illa by sid attitude on swole
Slow Mo, time done lapse when we showed up, Shut up!
Sit down prick it's a hold up
Everything out
gets no rougher
Shut up, the alley cats' got attention to get
And drop these L dope lyrics on ya,
The beat is pumpin', you know I'm sayin'?
Tell
the stands
But wishin artificial tears to hold my hands, uh
I'm the dookie homie
Not my fault she wanna get piped by the janitor
Call the manager, OOPS
Guess
one for a minute now
All y'all lil' niggas need to simmer down
Shut the fuck up, I'm the one that's killing now
Take a look who on top
they arm
That's a no-no, chicken heads looking for a come up
In the club, 'oh my God', now they wanna run up
Nagging til the sun up, shut up, I'm not
that get broke down
This is not a joke now, I'm serious, you feel it in the voice
Don't make me fill this gun up and leave a nigga moist
I'm a get-by
and a brown horse
And a squad too, I'm the player's choice
So pimpin' save your voice, hold your breath
Shut your lip ho you can't handle Bun and
You can't
of Akorn up in the cellar, we don't drink wine
I treat all my hoes like they equally fine
Rearview got Grammy noms, not cutout pines
Told my dawg, "Hold
me hold it down, 'cause they shut you down
When you speak from your heart
Now that's hard
While we rantin' and ravin' bout gats
Nigga, they made
hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave
heads just by being vocal
Like Mortal Kombat, when I come up on the track
I'm taking these heads, finna place them on the rack
Like Mortal Kombat, when I
Stop Playing Studios
What, you're looking at who
Yeah, you're looking at me
Hold up
Wait
You looking at me
Hold up
Wait
You looking at me
Cause I'm
(skrrt, skrrt)
Brodie just passed the chop, it holds like 50, watch it blow and blast (Bow, Bow)
Hit up the plug and told him "double me up, this shit is
the shit that you had did ain't for nothing
Throw up p's cuz I miss my lil cousin
Seem like niggas always die by the dozen ay
But bodies multiplying
Why our
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone put
Oh yeah, waving to my haters when they walk by
Know that I been steady blazing cause I'm not right
Hold that thought a minute gotta make the flow
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