Lyrics:
your eyes and make you see we about that cash flow
Put 'em in a lasso, don't try to sweat, no joke
We illa your side, in the back we get hot, trade
Ice wit' it
Shake down, niggas'll throw some dice in it
Put your Money on Chuck or in 9-9, you're fucked
Try your luck, stress this red-head
I mix blood
Haaaaaa!
[Chorus:]
Whats Yo Myspace Put Me On Yo Top 8 [x4]
[Verse:]
Im Sayin Shorty My Friend Request Is Outstanding
And The Way That Outstanding
Im Sayin
smash your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas signals
Yo live niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time
Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red
would, like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch
That's my MO, add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, tore down
I'm
lookin' like a quarter past four
Stay down better, (stay down) checkin' for a n**** who can put yo body in the dirt (ooh)
I don't play b****
If you
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
"Yo you can keep asking them fuckin' questions all fuckin' day man
I told you what, I told you what the fuck happened man
Told your partner
so as we eagerly await your come out
I'm constantly avoidin comin in
But either way we gon walk again, side by side
CMC till I die
When they setenced
settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin' all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen,
to go get another bitch
Runnin' your mouth like you runnin' shit
You must've forgot who you runnin' with
MoneyBagg Yo and Yo Gotti
You do it to much
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at
Push
to move this key
I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot
Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top
Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All
to the hospital with a bad concussion
Plus ya hit four times
But it hit yo spine
Paralyzed waist down now ya wheel chair bound
Nevermind that now you lucky
sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckin' window
Make you
yale to make bail
She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya
them
While I'm replacin' them 'cause baby, I'm pimpin
I lay my pimp game down when it comes to these bitches
They do what I say an' obey all my wishes
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
side
You sayin' "f*** Redman" n**** likewise
This is how I talkin' to your h**, hey
Put it down
[Chorus]
Gillahouse, Gilla
Gotti Click
Yo
It's the last days, Revelations, Bibles
Last page i'm half dazed, hands in shackles
Locked like a slave my past plays put my
Co-defendant in his
me fightin' these 3 Strikes
Showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we
and a box of grenades
I'm tryin to get paid, all about my lucci
Now bitch put this motherfuckin key in your coochie
Motherfuckers hoe hard!
Ya
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