Lyrics:
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
should die today but I'ma try tomorrow (try tomorrow)
I always end a threat that's followed by the flowers
I just got a phone call, that boy Bo Diddley
short wick on a lit bomb
Better strong any record Inspectah on
I transform to a beast, call me Predacon
Upper echelon, that can rap 'til he dead
biting
Swallow up that weak shit, they writing
Spit it out, frustrated with the line
Hard for me to get it out
Intellectual, architect, bomb threat
May
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pearl
May
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pearl
roller-coasting, on, on, on
What's up love? It's been a while
You been good? I've been around
Remember dinner dates I was late? Mr. Chows
Truant like
You little niggas never raisin' threats
You niggas bitter and y'all sweet, you motherfuckers is Raisinettes
I'm layin' low and chasin' checks
'Cause
Follow me down
Follow me down
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes, ooh
My mama told me
My lil' sister too
"Women down the street, sonny
Gonna be
you ain't scaring nobody with them pistols
Nigga we having em' too
I might just hit up my lil Asian bitch with the friend
Knocking em down by the two
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
the blood
In the wake of glory, I flew back home
I watch videos at night in my uniform
Of those towns and cities being blown apart
By those bombs
sentence, I got 'em mad as fuck (yeah)
This for my bros in the chain gang, I'm 'bout to pipe it up
Ayy, free Cold World Tay, tell Lil Pokie that it's up
go away, the threat of feeling preyed
If you aim for the causeway
Just keep calm
Keep calm like a bomb, yeah
Knots away from the mast now
Floating by
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
guard ya grill
'cause where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga didn't make it back (Mr.C)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
things
Real ugly for the 9-9
It's goin down ya'll
Oooh this is ugly
Drop a bomb on them Flex
Yeah, it's hot ya'll
Real hot, hot to death
B.I
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
wait)
Remember I served, I was standin' on the curb
With a bomb full of nicks (bomb full of nicks)
It's my word, (yeah) I'm capped off Bird
I done
know me better than me
I was in New Orleans, shoulda stopped by them
Rest in peace Soulja Slim, free lil' BG
I'm pullin' scams, sellin' grams like I
a live one that represent me
No contest, can't fuck with the congress
Me and my niggas going off like bomb threats
No contest, can't fuck with
Remind me I'm glad I'm alive
At the Chapel of Partial Remembrance
The ushers went into a seizure
Mr. Bacchus, they said, "Should we stand on our heads
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