Lyrics:
Better cut yours on
I broke a record throwin' money, 20 straight songs
I got my hammer cocked
Pussy I'm in my fuckin' zone (fuckin' zone)
Just let me
that
Now jiggle it around maybe jerk that
Now toot it up, and boot it up
I'm cocked and loaded, I'ma shoot it up
Now grind it, wind it
Now back it
at the top where it's hot
Mo money gun cocked
Mo bitches won't stop
See the hustle won't stop so we flippin'
Mo money round the corner movin' and we
a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin' served
Everybody know me probably saw me half-cocked
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana nigga, down
and both of 'em locked
And they're loaded, like cocked twin Glocks that I'm holdin'
You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon
Fuckin' punks,
"You heard about what's goin' on in there?"
"Heard a lotta bullshit cocked, I know that much"
"This isn't bullshit, my friend"
"Do you know
living in
But fuck a fight, I bet my gun'll have you giving in
Wanna pull a knife when my .45 is cocked back
A bullet in yo' ass, I bet yo' bitch'll
more
I'm ready to fucking explode
Open up
Knock knock
Here comes the Glock cocked
9 milli, pop pop pop
Oh no
Making a mess
My aim ain't the best
bitch, and you ain't gonna escape
Hold up
Jump out with the Glock cocked
Going non-stop
Aim the red dot
Shoot a motherfucker dead where he laying
and leave
A whole set twitchin skip the stitchin
Complements of the henchmen
He rocked it, the flow got her dizzy
Keep a few knockers cocked
And loaded for
'cause we came from nothing
Like everything that you can't tell us
Speak soft, sock a fan, shut the camera off
Rap camp Camelot, cannon cocked, lick a shot
numb
Fucked in the head, edge of my bed
Glock cocked back while I pray to the dead
If they wan' play, got the gang on the way
Dial 3-3-3 for the God
Stay in the kitchen, handle pots
Handle riches, hammer's cocked
Man in prison, man forgot
Tattooed teardrop and the can pop
Don't stop, won't stop
niggas stay lost
Let you listen to the blogs
Let you think I ain't the goat, huh? (Uh)
Walk in with a big .45
And it's already cocked when I pull it
the process (process)
Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (hide it)
Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket (pocket)
Already cocked it, flip
biddin' in the can
When coke was 26 a gram
Now it's 12 years later, 42 dollars a pop
I keep the gear and pump cocked
Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, satisfy
the semi' cocked
Don't talk old money if you never had a Penzi box (what's that?)
Go 'head and Google that, Killa, I'm talkin' Snapple facts (facts)
I'm
Straight cash you niggas trash
(French Montana)
Not a personal opp my arsenal cocked
Your man fresh home tell P throw 'em a block
I got a mind on my own
own island (Revis)
Ballin' like I'm playin' soccer (FIFA)
Smokin', I feel like a rasta (Chiefer)
Chopper stay cocked for imposters
Yeah, big dawg,
a nigga foul (400)
Keep the Glock cocked, I'm first to start bustin'
You swear you a shooter, I swear I saw you runnin'
You TD ain't turnt down, niggas
closed, I kicked it open
I had the fire, it was cocked and loaded
Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open
Need a gas mask, it's too potent
Your ho
to work no gun, he say it jammed but it was de-cocked
Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him
Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack
keep the glizzy cocked
You don't dance, well this your chance
Bullets make you milly rock
I'm a Muslim with this pole, I be getting busy, ahk
Taking
Vaton I'm a shiner
Cocky kinda true as a don big tymer
Rocks will blind ya, yea I'm the bomb street grinder
Cocked the ninner now you folks now ya time
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