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the mud

While you cry and beg for help
I'm gonna laugh and have my fun
No, I don't like to do things quickly
I might throw away my gun
Yeah, I'll get

MISUNDERSTOOD
A LITTLE BIT BAD AT BEING GOOD
WE'LL GROW OLD BUT WE DON'T WANNA HAVE TO GROW UP 
WE LIKE CARS, GUITARS AND SWINGIN' DOORS
BASS BOATS, GUN RACKS

a gun?  

Sip the Wock and got the bubble guts I gotta pop some Tums  

Hating n***as steady repeating everything I say fuck you talking tongues  

My lil

Heard dat 1 track, heard nuff gun chat
Looked at chippy like he really dun dat
Dick down a one yat, big batty flung back
Fuck dat love akh, link man,

guns spark in fights

But the vibe is so unique that Cali Air so puro keep rhymes for the noonoo like some new and improved voodoo

I put it on my Mama

bodyguard
I'm tryna meet because I'm never good with monologues
When you got jumped, you pulled your gun and, didn't let it off
And you call my phone just

Hey police, there's a robber roaming our streets
She comes out at night to plan her next heist
She has guns for hands, ready to pull the trigger

ਹੋਵੇ(ਡਰ ਨਾ-ਨਾ-ਨਾ)
Step ਮੰਜ਼ਲਾਂ 'ਤੇ ਔਖੇ-ਸੌਖੇ ਚੜ੍ਹ ਨਾ ਹੋਵੇ
(ਨਾ-ਨਾ-ਨਾ, ਬੁੱਰਰਾਹ!)
Gun smoke, blood scan
ਸਾਡੇ ਬਾਣਿਆਂ ਉੱਤੇ(ਬਾਣਿਆਂ ਉੱਤੇ) use ਕਰਦੇ ਨੇ
ਸਾਡੇ ਜਿਹਾ ਬਣ

and narrow, I mistook me for Pharaoh
I'm holdin' me hostage, gun to my inner carcass I'm killer
Brutal, brutish, a viper, eagle reachin'
Burj Khalifa, pride

me out

In my dreams at night
There's a man with a knife come to collect my life
And I'm frantically calling out for someone else
I'm calling out

spaceship
Yea things get hard, then she run yea
Things get hard like a gun yea
Things get pressurized, yea
Went to God in my eyes, yea
Look inside the Bible

sighting and it's rain after lightning
Life is Gun fight, so I won't come with knifing
I was sleeping in my bed, my eyes are red, I was pumping pills

the pounds in the back of the Buick
Always with gang, every picture a group pic
Reach for the chain n lil' bro, he gon shoot it
Dooo dooo dooooo doooo
Choppa

again. I heard that
I get your ass

Born sinner. Ha-ha. Your mama should've swallowed ya
Because you was a born loser. Because you got Lucifer for approval

from everything
I keep guns everywhere I go, where I go
Bitch, I'm posted by the store, by the store
How it go, how it go
In them trenches know this shit

We need miraculous vibes
Love to conquer
These craziest times for us
The murder and crime
Children hunger
Surrounded by guns and drugs
cnd I know

I know what you're thinkin'
Wonder if I'm what you've been looking for
Well if you like Texas sunsets from a front porch drinkin' longnecks
If you

I'm on to it nigga, you the one sleep
Ayy, just made a fifty to hit the mall and have some fun with it
I'm bout business, pull up anywhere my gun

cannot see up in it
I took a break don't mean I'm finished
You don't got no racks, that shit diminished
All blue nike tech not crippin
Stand up for

It's sword and gun day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

You could be sitting taking lunch
The news will hit you like a punch
It's only

Uh, runnin away everytime that I hear this track

Mm, gun in da brain figurative I might steer it back

Mm, slippin the day I find I Lie by a melody

person
Rapping through these curses, don't act like I didn't earn this
When my homie died, I cried every night, I couldn't pay for the service
Yeah, we're

in minutes to better one piece the fit like it's dungarees
Reload it like it's gotta gun release
Never came back from shopping sprees
Success marinates

green with that double ID (money)
Never thought I'd be giving out full blown trees
Now rest in peace to the full blown tree (for real)
My money is nothing