Lyrics:
or eight-one
You'll get ate from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in
look at the bitch and i knew the bitch type
Yeah she loves to disrespect her dad she hates to fuck whites
She works at Raley's by the day Deja Vu by
said busting quick
Call me a virgin the way that my gun is busting quick
Yea
I'm just like fuck it bitch
Call me a virgin the way that my gun is busting
by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting knocked out
Then I can get rid of the pack
But I just copped this
lingo in the jungle where we from
Top shotta, the slum, where we tote illegal guns
I ain't never been extorted, but I'm still paying lawyers
By
da, da da)
I'll shit on you (I will shit on you)
I'll shit on you (girl, you know, its true)
I'll shit on you (bitch, or man, its true)
I'll shit
die in prison, I want to die by the trigga
Don't cry for me nigga say goodbye to a legend
Mr. 1-8-7
Rest in peace to Pimp and Kevin boy
In history me and this bitch will be like
Five years together, right?
Damn, seem like forever
We trade shots
We spray blocks
And we never fail
that a bitch
Seven years old I remember I couldn't play with a friend of mine
Cause one of his family members were part of the Gangs that one of my
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
Christmas to whole lotta red
Lay wit my gun even when I'm in bed
Not gonna listen and fuck what you said
2 to 3 bullets been busting his head
Few years ago I
that bitch over She say that christian i know she gonna sin
7-6-2, let them fly like wind
Walk in the club, I ain't dappin' no hands
Bitch i'm so high, I
like a poster
Flex this, Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement
So keep the bust the gun Boo
Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add on,
know I'm that nigga
room full of bitches naked (bitches naked and shit)
Gun by the pillow, I'm just a killer who lay dick
Plenty shots up
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
In the jungle wit gorillas for real
Murderers, gun grippers
Drug dealers for real
In the jungle wit gorillas for real
In the jungle wit gorillas for
feeling like I hid
Three point two but I just did it for the kids
More guns than a pawn shop,
Got my whole arm rocked.
Keep the seven sexty double
I was born with god by my side oh my god
Bitch she said she down to ride imma slide by her site
I got troubles on my mind but they hide deep inside
by their head cause from
I'm from the 7 4 7 where real Gs go to heaven
Where if you're alive it's a blessing
Where We walk outside with our weapons
We
by their head cause from
I'm from the 7 4 7 where real Gs go to heaven
Where if you're alive it's a blessing
Where We walk outside with our weapons
We
step to high life
Gon bring a gun to the knife fight
Hands up is you deaf or what
Or hands down bruh you fuckin up
I’m 7 up and still gainin
That’s
to leave all my depression
Behind me
Way up in the sky bitch we shining
Just a seven year old walking on dirty floors
In that moment I dreamt that I’d be
goddamn league
Swiping up on stories
I swipe my car
No keys
Bitch that name is Lanuola
Should've known that ion play
Bitch I'm from Samoa
West side
And I
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