Lyrics:
Can't think twice it's do or die
I cocked one in no suicide
These 9 bullets for homicide
We got that smoke who wanna die
These them Car crash
Come one come all
Let me tell you a story about Piffy Smalls
Straight from the 29 block
With two nines cocked
A nigga so Ambitious, A nigga so
don't need your love
No More
Your my enemy
Of War
Charlie you dun really
Fucked Up this time
But Im ready now
Cocked and loaded
How you want it
Yeah
Intro:
1 nigga, im a do wrong
Ion’t gat beef with niggas
But he a tombstone
Hook:
Riding thru the opps block
Heads Down Glocks Cocked ( don’t
the block back
Everybody ain't supportive so the hammer's cocked back
And if you a hater and you know it, need to stop that
[Verse 2]
We need our culture
like am insane though..
And am all cocked up...
Give them what they need..
Tell em what they want uhh..
Oh yeah they wanna know ma name..
Oh yeah
at the stake
Spit on your grave
You're your daddy's mistake
Blood, bashed on the floor
Half-cocked gun leave you wanting more
Baby, there's a hunger inside
I'm signed up to Glock-a-fella
Way I keep it cocked and ready
You're looking like a dead man ay
I wouldn't even dap you up with the left hand
Silent
cocked it
Oh uh
Now we takin off
Oh uh
I be headed to the top
Mh
Yeah im coming for the opps
Mh oh
Fuck it use your glocks
They be on my shit i just wanna
Like what if I picked up a gun
Cocked it back to my head let it buss
Let my soul hit the sky touch the sun Yeah I know now they all gone come
I cry
ya bitch
Sho nuff
Cocked wit a switch
Sho nuff
I be on the fairest wheels
But that's how a nigga get round
Sho Nuff
Pots of da skunk
Sho nuff
Shots til
Small Town….Dirt Road….
2 Rocking Chairs on a Old Wrap Around
Double barrels cocked Aye Welcome to da Town,
2 Married women in an Old Dive Bar
If
gave you .22 chances
I put it right there in your hand
You raised it and you cocked it back
And you shot me right where I stand
I gave you two too many
Back on my nikkaz on top
Geting money with my nikkaz off lock
Riding with the 45 cocked
With the infrared dot
Nikkaz run up in ya spot
Cause it's
undone
No no, don't get me wrong
This is who I'm meant to become
Loaded up with a half cocked gun
Hey, hey,
Hey, ooh
Hey, hey
Hey, ooh
Wish we could slip
cocked, I'm ready for a hit
Scopin' out the scenery, on these miniature dope dealer tricks
Zirk, got a chirp, set up jump to hit for two keys
So, I gotta
They'll never take me alive for getting high with my 4-5
Cocked in them sucka time to die, even as a youngster
Causing ruckus on the back of the bus
when I go
I keep that shit cocked up
I can't trust nobody no
Feeling departed
Feeling departed wait
Feeling departed
Feeling departed wait
Feeling
Drank all night hang, uh yeah
Drank all night hang over
Miss ya' girl just stay over
Pistol cocked I stay loaded
Niggas hate think I ain't noticed
(Zaytoven) young Jefe, holmes
Hey, hey
I keep my pistol on cocked
If you run up you get shot (Aw)
Put him in a box, give no fuck about no opp
Yeah, yeah real Rx
Yeah
Glock cocked with one in the head
My bitch said
"Why you got a gun in the bed?"
Backwood stuffed with a nigga who dead
The dope fiend crossed the street to the store
Im in the front seat ducking down low
I hope that nigga bring his ass outside
Im cocked ready bout
from is
Full of killers
They go down down baby
Yo street
In that Range Rover
Street sweeper baby
Cocked
Ready to let it go
St. Louis made me
Kansas City
swerving
Cocked and loaded man Bible packen
I be swerving
Through your city bruh you hear me coming
I be swerving
Windows down in the winter bumping
I be
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