Lyrics:
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
out unless of course you spit boy
Squeeze out to the bottom of that click boy
Just to reassure yo ass got hit boy
Make 36 O's do a 360 that's a flip
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
CAPTION: '?15' (which flashes on and off
Quickly)
Presenter So Mrs Teal...if you send us ?15 by return
Post, please, and your husband Trevor, and your
I like the way the rhythm
Makes me jump and move
It gots a feelin' that makes
Me wanna do my do
Got me feelin' joy, turn my grey sky blue
And when you
bubble
So here it is fool
I play the game where its no rules
Givin' you lessons from the old school
You don't get high off your own supply
Live so fast, I never take a pause (oh, woah)
No more talk, we're kicking down the doors
I wouldn't trade this life for anything, it wouldn't be
these labels get me back is when they rewind me
Backin' down boggins
Backin' down bitches
We gon' flip her once she off that blue dolphin
You gon' tip
with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk
[Chorus:]
What, What [in
they gon' bleed
When I say sweep, they sleep (They sleep)
This ain't no alphabet
But I keep that AK by me (Okay)
And just know after that, they leavin'
up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It ain't no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed
so I live off game
If I get tempted then I can flip it, nigga I breath pain
[Chorus X3]
long as a log
Mask is off, nothin' to lose, classy guards, send school
Run up a check and run your mouth
We run you down
Run The Jewels
Lil Tune
on hoes
Hoes spend money on me
Like to make em buy me clothes
By using my mouthpiece
I tell em I ain't got no bread
I ain't got no paper
You heard
south my wrist stay below freezin
Down south my niggas brag for no reason
[Lil' Flip]
In down south everybody shop in the galeria
I don't care about
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
feelin' Wock'
I snatch them bands up, they thought they had it lock (you ain't have shit nigga)
Jump up on it, ride it
Got lil' b vibin' (I pop a T,
rd Verse)
Wind me up and I can do flips
(And put the smack down on your lips)
In a little room, Jump Steady, Tom Doves
(Step in leg, double legs got love)
the philly mob we in
Weak hearts, yo we not them
Waddup nigga T3 nigga bahtem
When the M-Ill get home we're gonna win
First one to fall cats with no chin
Two (Three)
Shoes off at the door
When she walk all on my marble floor
I like I'm supposed to
Black dreads hangin' off my niggas, out the
No walk
kingpin, summertime fine jewelry dripping
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitching
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give
done lost her mind now
Don't want to look at his lil' boy
'Cause it look like my dog
I'ma set it off in the muthafucka
I'm going ham with an AK
I promise
play you like a bitch
[Chorus 3x]
This is for them thugs on block tryna hustle dawg
It's for them girls in the game wanna break it off
[Verse One]
Most
get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can't help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
'Cause
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