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Back the fuck up, you'll end up in my truck
Then it's back to the blunts hotboy stay lit

Pour me a fo', tag on a toe
Dead motherfucker surrounded by

i dont want the K if that bitch come with a stock
Im tryna hold you by my hip an just let that bitch pop
Swing this bitch round an round like im

die young but forever fly high
See ill shed a lil tear but forever cant cry
Catch em up in a dream in a bentley rollin
by
Transform to a star cant

(Like you gon break some)
And share it in the room full of Bs
You don`t get lit
Cause you got a family wife and cutie lil kids
Half of you fake, bout

I'm Onstar
Hold it down like a sports bra
Litemup yeah im on yall!
Even lil niggas get the strong arm
What you think i made song for
Ima finish if i

forget
Give a fuck 'bout forgiveness
While yall had bags of money
I aint have no money
Remember my last song
Gave you half my money
You told me you'll

her up in a different coupe
Ya'll fake as fuck and hit me up cus I got more pape than you
Never the type to be on some picky shit hadda learn to pick n'

like trash I recycle (Yea)
I made that lil hoe sin she need a bible (Huh)
Money tall like the twins or the Eiffel (Yea)
I got so much money that I need

filled of that Guapo
 
Shorty keep callin talkin bout what she gone offer 
Fuck it Imma just block her
She aint want a nigga when I wasn’t out poppin
Tried

Mmm mm
Check check check
Aye aye aye
Say bitch i aint gotta
Cap every move i make
Yeah i really did that
If you wanna fuck then
My hoes got that im

going hard
Im a tone of bricks
Yall aint feed me when I starved
Now Im snatching shit
And If I be with a brawd
She a classy chick
I know about ya fetish

smoke exotic 
Weed john lennon shades on me feeling like im mr clean 
I aint no lil baby but a nigga drip is on infinity yeah they 
Call me luci cause i

annoying
I feel like smurk without lil baby I'm the voice
Bitch im important
This ricky o this aint ralph lauren
I'm known to score between the legs like

dumbass broke, he in debt
Boy this shit ain't no joke, I admit
(You cling to yo last life by a thread)
Bitch I show no mercy
Bitch I show no- (Bitch I show

hands at 10 and 2
Lil boys be having smoke but that aint shit I pay attention to (fuck nigga)
Yeah, what's yo number one goal
I'm moving right and he went

blame the dark
The world
How it aint fair
All the lies that they tell
I don't care
Baby you can blame em all
But you can't blame me
For where you ended up

deceived by emotions
Montana I fronted you some packs and you told the world that i'm bogus
I ain't gone lie that shit hurt me
But on this side its still

Slow Loud And Bangin
And you'll be in the dust

It's a known fact I
Got a mouthpiece contaminated
Niggas hate it knowing they can't fade it
Innovated by

but now I'm found
My faith it ain't up for debate
Nah
God wipe me down like Lil Webbie
I'm stacking up cake no lil Debbie
Them haters watchin'
Man I

You the one
Go and tell your friends I'm sorry
You the one
Meet me at the after party
You the one
Shawty you the one
Aye
Lil miss finessing drinks bring

you the world just to make it fair
She came on to me it gets so hard to bare
Couldn't breathe when lil baby let down her hair
Then she stripped by

Gettin' Closer to God

Krumb Snatcha Mobsters

Snatcha Season, Vol. 1

1998

Uh
Premo, D&D y'all, that's right
I wanna speak a little truth
About what guns is really about 
'Cause me being a victim of guns
Was

Hey, fellas. Y'all remember how they used to make hits in the old days? 
Yo, with your momma?
Hey, man. Why don't you take these peanuts and stifle

split no bullshit once you get hit
Death by strangulation with Rosary Beads
If you strict catholic
You're Arabic, King of Nazareth
I'm John Huston, listen