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anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

The chopper got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em

catch me floating in an alien ship
With an alien bitch
All these boys really fuck
They just sayin they hip
30 pop make em hop and it's spray at the hip

at me (you see 'em)
The way I be illin' shit, even I be sick of me (true)
Lawyers on deck, boy, we ain't fallin' for that trickery (call my lawyer)

aye what's that"
I told em it's my baby, my little boy blue
I'd kill a nigga for em, give em 32

My Ice is all Blue, VVS's one and two
I keep my babies

blame ‘em at all I got the power like a genie 
Do this shit like it’s magic it got me feeling like Houdini Make it do what it do, now tell me do you know

to holding back had to learn to let it go,
He keep saying he the goat so I had to let em know,
You getting outlined if you getting out of line,
Tell my shooter

be all they' be saying bro
Wanna hang out but they' still cold, mind blown like a hard stone
They be tryna getting on my nerve, tell em "What the fuck

Craig
Ion got no rock out
Yeah gang tell Em to pop out
Niggas talking shit
We finna slide with the Glocks out
Put a bullet in his head we spinning blocks

think i need to tell you how
The big boy with the big brows
Hasn't been really even slowin' down
Yeah i know check the pound
I'm a god to em'
Always have

who don't know me that's ready to ride with me,
With or without em I'm a roll one deep to get you by myself preferably,
Im a G not a gangster but its

those necks little bitch
Til I leave em all dead
With a scene Slit6
Aye
Back when my homies were just laughin' on the track
I cut em off for a minute

need for a jump in
Tell him watch out clip coming
Tell them watch out cause that RSN boy up to something
Price on his head well here go a hundred
That's

Hit them boys in the backstreet, since he tried to go that way
I kick them boys like Lee no Bruce
I gotta tell them tell the true
That's why I, all up

not hate em
Just love them until they surrender
On god (On god)
Angles fly by side
Where will I go when I die
Got me wondering why
Can my hands touch

Who's the Man

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

fo' - do
Any one of my cars or truck made by Lincoln
Peel out on every block - wheel rubber still stinkin
Don't run up on me too quick, you better

the Ricky with the blicky on me (it's the Ricky with the blick)
Wednesday I threw a vintage tee
By those legendary bands I don't even know one song (wohwoh)

I ain't the type to throw my hands i'm the type to let the karma hit em
But my fingers twitching cos I wanna let the llama hit 'em
Tryna get

em shooting like blatt 
She in the back of the back of the back and she grippin on straps 
One to the head it's gone peel if she tap
Niggas around me

hoes but dey pussy super average. Tell ‘em how I nutted in yo' face while you braggin.
Really makin' money everyday, dat shit a habit. I swear I gotta

stats
Better give me fifty feet
Cause I'm good with the gat
Good with the track
Like I'm good with the hands
15's banging, like I'm battle of the bands

stone
Then tell me who's the one that wears a neck full of 'em
Tell me, am I guilty if I join in
If I wanna flex, is that sin
Just as guilty as the rest

of bands
Buddies be buying all this expensive drip with couple dollars in their pants
Tell the truth you only did it to impress these ladies or am I playing

Got the labels calling tell me what's your advnace fo
I don't know my nigga better bring dem bands tho
Swear u balling but u pussy niggas can't score

made me an ARP fan so now I like drac's
I'll tell em' go eat by yourself cause I don't like dates
Got a darkskin bitch she punched me one time she could