Lyrics:
through tha back
And i got something like a grenade for them haters
Who wanna jack
Ooooooh-Ooooh
And we going be in mah clique
And im shinin like a light
I
and white like Oreo, difference between you and I (Shee)
I be with tha samurai, you be still up in yo britches, while I'm up inside yo bitches (Where he at?)
to know me
I need that full metal jacket like Tom Hanks
Banks to chips B.I. pack the clips
Junior M.A.F.I.A. sticks
Any nigga try-na disrespect who I be
there, it has hair?
Bad happening before, not with a knife
Not with a wife
I'm not a fuckin' weaboo
Most of these MR's poopoo, gonna make you get the flu
Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler that's all and that
to kill a muther f**ker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a f**k.
Chances are
tag with ammunition listen
Since I was born I’ve had a fetish for murder it’s Mr Shadow and Lil One stashin bones by the border
You heard of a mfucka
I'm back,
Mr F.E.N.G
Take me back, when I was,
dreaming about the SRT.
Dreaming about a crib,
by the N.R.E
Who you fucking with,
I got my A.R.M.Y
But
should’ve f**k
That lil h** on tha weekend but instead
I cuffed her what the f**k was I thinkin
Yea
I get this feeling when I’m deep
Up inside you said
you jus left nothing for me
Now I'm all alone chasing bags gettin money
Fuck tha lil hoe cause you know how I be rockin
Bitches on my dick ion want
post while I'm eatin' spaghetti
Damn, girl, can't you be normal?
I'm famous as fuck, yeah, we get it already
But who give a shit about that
I am
You can see tha pain in my eyes
Only if you knew what goes through my mind
They gone sleep on me till I get signed
Shout-out the ones who stuck by my
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
a G, Who gone carry me when I'm gone
Cuz my circle so small I'd rather be Alone
Gun came wit a safety button, I don't Leave it on damn
My bitch look like
pete, don't f*ck around|Long wood, about a half of pound|Ask more, they'll tell you bout it|I'm a bad man like leroy brown|Huh, 'that ever hit
to see 21 candals on tha cake
And if I'm eva down bad, it's a bandana on my face
I'll stomp bitch, I don't give a damn 'bout a case (Fuck!)
[Chorus]
the moves
I make a bad b*tch wanna two step
But I'm always on the move
I do the money dance, never two step
OVR ni**as too slept on
God knows we bout
supper
Tupperware in the cupboard, plasticware up the
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the f- is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Maybe
high
That lil twinkle in the sky it was I...
We Shootin' 4 tha Starz
Shootin' 4 tha Starz
From the soil you been loyal
We know who you are
Up above
put you on your ass
I told them the kid was coming
Now they runnin bag dance
They got me in my bag
I sin bad
Thats no joke
I got hung by niggas
Who I
I'm spittin and spillin tha trill and I'm sippin on barre
Tell that bitch get in tha car
How many nugs a tha killa gon fit in tha gar?
I take it a lil
Plenty h*** tryna f*** somethin'
Freaky h*** tryna ride somethin'
Bad b****** wanna smoke somethin'
And you know where I'm from that's how we run em
Hey I broke my wrist at tha stove I can't be up in the way
You twitter beefin and warin abt bitches but I'm busy fuckin her face
Yo niggas hiding
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