Lyrics:
Okay
Why would I try to offend you niggas?
You really think you got the juice
I commend you niggas
Ain't no bottle cap in my raps
Play pretend? Who
bigger
It wanted to kill him
The depression swallows his will
To hold back from his triggers
The bottle is chilling on the top shelf
He said screw it
Yea we popping a bottle of Ace
And screaming Cash Ave
We throwin our hood up
You know how we move in this place
Yea my style is too different
I skrt
Newton I'm Martin Luther
Crew full of Rugers got dudes to move through and rob and shoot ya
Chicks that chop and screw ya
Cock back the tool got a lot
I got pain nd trauma
Po lean out this 8 oz bottle
40 on my hip switch a make this bitch a fully auto
Ima spin on evrry opp today like it aint no
I got henny bottles n juice n gin
Ion sip but issa party bitch get in,
I got plenty models in on my dick
Don't disrespect, ill twist ya neck
I
sick with it
Seven bitch, eight bitch, everybody goin' ape shit
Hella bottles, hella bitches
Hella models, hella strippers
I need that green, up in my
and drivin, bottoms up
Put dem bottles up, put dem bottles up
No seriously here the cops come
Put them bottles up!
DUI is a serious offense
Now I'm seriously in
I be rolling all day, mix it in the champagne
And these bottles all free, not a single drink paid
'Cause they want me, they want me in their club
[Chorus]
I Grew Up A Fucking Screw Up
Got Introduced To The Game, To The Game Then Fucking Blew Up
[Ludacris]
Ever Since I Was An Embryo
rocks on my neck, the size of bottle tops
And got Glocks in the Lex so we ride behind cops (break it down now)
Broke days, we used to put water in our
speak
Unless you spoken to
We throw a cold screw
And sober up when I'm approaching you
At the same time we posting two
Niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do
I'm a fucking problem
Streets call me doctor
Screw them then I chop them
Two cups, bottle filled with drugs
Liver on the rotten
Ruger, chopper,
Twisted the cap off the bottle, I poured a glass and I sipped it
I lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke
Took a couple Ativans, I shoulda threw out
nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
'Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin'
I'm talkin' loco Krayzie as hell
It ain't just a name it's the game
We done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my
Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, stand still
Bottle you drop that ass off in a land fill
Son bless me with the iron, I got beef
With some
to the grave
(Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!)
Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, stand still!
Bottle you! Drop that ass off in
that
Go ahead, prolly make a little rap and drop it like this
Chop chop and screw it up mix that purple with the syrup
Swerve swerve yeah we ride, bon
Then that dream turned nightmare the wine turned water
Leviathon swimming through hell in a bottle
Drinkin up your love it was a ruse romance
when you know
Take shots of soju right outta the bottle
That boy he ain’t right in the head
Couple screws loose
Hear the creeks in the bed
Couple screws
Oh the Devil keeps trying me
Screws loosening
I’m trynna keep my sanity
Don’t call me ya friend you bitches enemies
Cause if you ain’t for me then
got hit with a broken bottle
Her mother's eyes turned down as she struggled
To get the words out
To get the hurt out
Maybe that's why we're violent
Here is the tale of a babysitting job
The baby is something of a snob
(Oh, go screw yourselves)
So listen very closely, and you'll find
That what
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