Lyrics:
need nobody
Bitch My drip gambino yeah my flow gotti
Real ass gangster police can't stop me
If Im in yo hood then your bitch gon top me
Aye nigga don't
me
Put her in a piece around my neck
Surrounded by some vvs
I thank the man above
Pulled me out a long depression
Told me keep working hard
Don't wait
by the clock
My bitch wet like the dock
I came in this bitch wearing Vetements socks
And you not getting this back it's either yo' ass or that's
possibly know 'bout this
West shit right here
Ugh ugh ugh ugh (shit check it out)
Yo, money don't grow on trees
Everybody talkin' bout they movin' ki's
Yeah, it's all fact no fiction
It's my interpretation
Wanna know how it went down? I'll tell ya
Yo, Biz turn me up a little
Bit in the headphones man
motherfucker this the life we like in Memphis
[Chorus - 4X]
[DJ Paul]
yeah now they got me in this cell
'cause this crack man I sell
In the haven boy
you're walkin', aim straight and keep goin'
The rhymes are ?gumblin'? and the tribe is still, flowin'
Fo'-deep in the G-ride... (G-ide, G-ride..)
Tryna
[Verse One: Ras Kass]
These niggaz rowdy-rowdy never rains in Southern Cali
Only clowdy, howey hit the valley in black Denali's
Like I am Johnny Gotti
Chosen by God
Can't fall now
Follow the way
Always allowed
Walkin' on top of the clouds
Know what He talkin' about
Look at me now
Moved outta town
Used
what cha heard when i slide in yo' affection
Sock it to my pocket 'cause, I'm sum'n like a pimp
Sum'n like a pimp, sum'n, sum'n like a pimp bitch
Sock
up
One-two-three o'clock
Four o'clock, rock
Pass by the spot where the homie serve rocks
Rollin' right past, me, Snoop and Daz (ow)
Gone in
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
wanna be me
Know you fake, Instagram page told ya secret
No booty shakin' music when you pop my CD in
Play a crook by the book, I'm sittin' back
That pussy boy is a disgrace
Yeah
You know that toolie by my waste imma' make him meet yo face (Yeah)
Shoot you in your face
Backwood to the face
Shoot at my heart, I don't wear a vest
Off my chest, had to get it off my chest
I ain't bothered by you niggas, I'm too blessed
Niggas on yo side
They
(turn the lights off and all you see is sparks)
I was-I was-I was raised in this shit
Get paid by the fifth
Get sprayed in yo whip
My blade in yo ribs
I
and got drained
And listen mane stay in yo lane]]]
MIDWEST CHOPPERS
Fin' ta witness tha murderers monologue of a menace comin from out of a sinister
(Ayy, what's happenin', C2?)
(You'll fly too if you link up with frenchie)
Hoo, uh (yo, Ben)
What happened? Uh, hoo, uh
He indicted (hoo)
gotta love the
Spooky season needa make a trip to Nobbies
Boutta kill the game show up to yo party as John Gotti (Issa party)
On that Kanye west do ya
to that gotti
play wit dat check and yo hoe thats my hobby, made me a legend i dare you to copy
i blew tht check that you wish you invested , vip in
Drip drip drip
How i'm walkin i'm so saucy with my
Drip drip drip
How she flaunt it icy stunt it girl yo
Drip drip drip
Like a faucet water dropping
still I hold heat ready to ride to war
Cause I could die by this game
Spit in the Mic and my life ain't no different
Just a Regular Cat
[Chorus]
Yo I
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
tryna front they know I'm the one
To many dead opps unlimited bluntz
When I catch yo ass ima put u in the trunk
Blitz through the back ima blitz through
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