Lyrics:
out's finna get hit, get put in a ditch
Yukmouth runnin, livin this shit
"Ice Cream Man," I invented this shit
Ain't no gimmicks to this, my shit is
I be wit the killers, I be by myself
I be gettin' money, I be by myself
I stay in designer, I be by myself
It ain't hard to find me, I be by
with it, ayy (yuh)
Bitch, I'm on parole, still hit the dope, ayy (yuh)
I just wanna fuck, ayy, bitch, I am a ho, ayy (yuh)
Feds on a stroll, still
better smarten up
Before I bring out the toast and touch you up
Fuckin' wit Ja you know you got a lot of luck
But nowadays you ain't gettin' out
her diss you.
Cause if she roll wit us,
She wont even miss you.
[Game]
Pop rubber bands when I throw a stack,
Before it hit the ground she throw
like an Uzi
Nothin' can bruise me
Lyrics let up when lady
Say don't lose me
So reload quickly
And you better hit me
While I'm lettin'
This fifi get wit
but as soon as the, grind get hard
you put yo time in God.
Verse 1
It's in our blood
thuggin
til the days of my death
my last breath taken by the ATF
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's
'cause I got mine (uh-huh)
And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you can't shine (woo)
You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After being hit
wanna show you what a GIB, I'd rather be sippin' Remy in VIP,
When you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga BIG,
Brooklyn
us
Tried to set me up wit yo' system but can't pop 'em
And that's my problem, you see a nigga outted
For juicin confidential informers, I squeeze it
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
pie, look me in my eyes
Get on the floor, baby you just gotta know
You're the one that makes me feel so good
Cutie pie
Hop up in the car wit a winner, I
Because you're the one that make the radio hype
Like fresh tobacco and a brand new pipe
A program director always pick the right hits
Like puttin some
G's to record wit 'em
Hit the gas get me more engine
This is somethin' that was born in em
No game for a bitch jus' for fit em
I'm in tune gimme
bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggas won't trip
Once I empty out this
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
oh goodie
Keep the hoodie when your fuckin' wit' me me me
Now what you hear is not a test
I said its not a test nigga its not a test
Got my
from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
on top, on top, on top, on top eh
Look at how she make it move like jelly man
You know I gotta get a shock wit this daddy can
You can have a brother coming
a feature and I gotta tell em no way
Your best track is outdone by my throwaways
Iced out and you know I got that drip now
See a Dr. Pepper and I'm bouta take
order or so
What the hell you want, got sons, guns, run run
Make them run run skate take one
From young one's dumb-dumbs
Hit wit the dumb-dumbs hit
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