Lyrics:
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
or as the final
Word of whatever God may be
Christianity has given us an image of
Death and sexuality that we have based
Our culture around a half
Naked dead man
Fortnite with my teeth
Hey man, got a gun for me?
God damn, ain't gonna give you one for free
Can't you lend a bandage or potion to me?
Crazy, I babysit
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did, I'd ménage with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
can't diss my mum
Shots start fly out and man get bun
Fling on my black garments and dun
Dry skin between my index finger and thumb
I hate man like
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
tall so we halved the gauge
Lil' bro's on volts, he's like half my age
Guns get bussed by the Farm estate
Anytime they see them they all start to race
Ninja Nicki, where Ninja Man?
I don't need a hundred niggas, lil' bitch, me soon come
Dripped in YSL, one thug and one gun
These bitches gon' bow down
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
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I never wanted to
Pick up a gun
Never wanted to
Pull that trigger
Never wanted
Powder burns
Upon my
Fingers
I'm a singer
And a poet
And a lover
Tell 'em about the cash and the stash, and were I got my guns
And you know I'm the bird man 'cause I sold so much coco
Beware of the crack pipe, that's
with a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck with (?) and told you
Bitch I brought this shit from nothing, man
Grand Hustle over errrthang
Molly,
man you’re still in the cot
And you ain’t at the top, it would pay you to listen when Outmatched
Outdone by this man on a mission
After just two rounds
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
blood-clot Police boy
Them love to fire at young
Black man with a gunshot
Me not afraid of none of them
Bust my blood-clot gun
In a second it's kill or
Be
'bout bitches bein' your sons
How you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight with guns
When the only shot you ever
Gun spree
Hiding my guns at Jane's
You stepping to the block bring your handsfree
Noise pollution, evolution
Coming from my fingers, resolution
Hand in my pocket and my
Fingers on the trigger
Walk Fulton mall like a Fulton street nigga
Still by my fronts off of Fulton street
Nigga gabby got
short sticks but we really need a long
To the boys in the hood, duckin' bullets and batons
From boys in the hood, triple Ks on they arm
Four fingers
to finger fuck them
Niggas creeping in my main yard
Peeking through the window
Bird hunting like the gun game on Nintendo
Wish that I was there I probably
struggle so we jumped that hurdle
Iced out ring on my finger so bright that I got seen on tinder
By Linda
Oh see her
Gassed out like a beaver
You see
on my little sister (Put down the gun)
[YouknowhatI'msayin we represent youknowhatI'msayin?]
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony
a fair fight
Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life
And we do it for the yellowbones, the caramels
And them bitches took my cell phone, no
the front row
Air (ear) you then trunk you like Dumbo
Cause the shell is sent out the gun
Will a long nose like an elephant
I finger fuck the gun I pop a lot
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