Lyrics:
blow)
[Fred] Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now..
I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
I don’t care if you don’t got no money
I don’t care if you don’t find me funny
And I don’t care if you got another honey
I don’t care
I don’t care
who popping for the moment
P is forever
It don't matter what's the new hot shit
My shit better, courtesy of myself
Thanks to me
I've work hard to come
me to simmer down
She told me to dick her down
Fuck the squares, don’t come around
Like goddamn all this madness
I just got my money out
Bagged myself
don't care
You can't tell me nothing, I'm clutching on Glock 27
You can't walk up on me I don't want you standing in my square
Ain't paranoid nigga I
I can load up a square, but don't throw no shapes
Pull up to the spot, i'm sorry i'm late
Bros in the back we got ragged by the jakes
I'm sorry
at a pimp (pimp)
My money too straight, I don't walk with a limp (naw)
It ain't hard girl, just use ya head (haha)
Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread
To the bedroom on my prey unaware
Heads will be hung from the chimney with care
With hopes that the police soon will be here
I'm a killer!
[Verse Two:
talking bout the boat
Pull up inna square all my guys on froze
Popping out smoke damn my eyes are closed
I don't even think if I can go home
I can't feel my
square all my guys on froze
Popping out smoke damn my eyes are closed
I don't even think if I can go home
I can't feel my pock' bitchy where's my phone
of felonies walked in the spot
Fuck is you telling me I know my job
That nigga square so I'm calling him Bob
The booth so hot you get burned by the knob
And you know it's lame bitches, fuck for fame bitches
That'll mess up your mind state
I don't even care where the hell you come from
Well welcome to my
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
finished
When you gettin' money, everything is fitted
Listen this is nothin' close to most of you nigga's weirdo's
My swagga on one followed by a zero
the money was trappin' for money (hey, hey)
My niggas don't talk, took a oath (shh)
We play the sixth man, the block where we post (block)
I'm in the loft
they can't cope with this
Square X Smash
Man get attacked by Jin
Kazama taken the p**s
Whilst you dive duck dash
Man step back
I'm the hot property that
a fuck, nah
I don't give a fuck
High class nigga, all I smoke is A plus
Might blow a whole P, nigga
I don't give a fuck
Girl on my lap, she say she wanna
Oh you gots to get paid by any Means by any way
Boy you gots to get paid
Rule number one never trust no Nigga
These are my big homie rules get Cake
McGirt
Shaolin style, by the gallon
Up out of the ceiling
I'm kicking like shaolin
That nigga don't want it
With curry no chicken
I'm washin' bitches, Call
with strikers
Chop with glock one up top thats header
I'm back on my square
They say they don't care
When I come around they the ones acting weird
Smile
TNT
Blow up the scene like TNT
I don't wanna hear your rhyming please
You ain't got bars and you ain't got p's
TNT
Scene went boom like TNT
With my
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