Lyrics:
of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big,
They can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from
of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big,
They can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from
submittable, you look pitiful
Yeah you're headstrong, but you're dead wrong
want to survive? Stick with the love songs
Take off your shirt, flex and flirt
dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
though
I think deep, I believe in ghosts
Ever felt the hand of a dead body?
Then you know why I took my gun and head-shot him
War started over dope
But I pass right by ya, I will not stop, I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered (OK) with no big names
No fame, no celebrity sponsors
Just
soap
Either this or that or go home
I be chewing down to the bone
You see I gotta watch my tone
By the way I'm always so wrong
At the look of my list I
(Yo, yo check this out, yeah motherfuckers)
(Come on motherfuckers, B.I.G. motherfuckers)
Too much smoke in here man
Crack a fucking window man,
diamonds shine you blind
You making money looking good, then you showing your behind
You blow endo that's do-do, screwed up means slow mo
You ride big
are dead
I feel like I'm on pins and needles
How many bands can rip off the Beatles?
And every day there is another
Band that got big by playing
to get keys
At fifteen, I was full-grown
Get wrong, get bust on
My uncle gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild
to break
"Ayy yeah, let me get a Big Mac and a strawberry shake"
Someone snatched me by my neck I thought I must be dead (get off)
Injected me with
sale or return
(This is dead stock and it's in your kitchen)
(Still inside a plastic bag)
Been used as a trading tool, last big thing uncool
We're tied
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in
problems as ya get notorious, inglorious
Until you're a big victorious, no show
Only way ya get to see the kid is through a photo
Or burnt up logos,
everywhere I go got couple grand to blow man you know
Hey, I'm flyer then a motherfucker
Haters wanna see me dead like John Tucker (so)
I'm in that big
put your boy name on a stone
I dissed the dead and I know I was wrong
But I'm shooting like DaBaby, they break in my home
Chopper so close that I'm
everywhere I go got couple grand to blow man you know
Hey, I'm flyer then a motherfucker
Haters wanna see me dead like John Tucker (so)
I'm in that big
Nothing is wrong with my hairs
Big mouth and tiny hands
On top of the united states
Big mouth and tiny hands
Guess now who dominates
Cutting tax like a loaf
The Corvette was a beast I had to lease
Six months then we're free to holler, "peace"
Dead wrong my nigga, Miami river cops
Leave you floating, hope you
What makes it right or wrong
Well I can't seem to make peace with it hun
Let time make us forget
I'll be a stranger to you or be dead
I'll be
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
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