Lyrics:
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Satan call me magical negro
Cool, you got that
I popped on the world stage with my AK cocked back
Saw the Roth' family in half to get my clout
with a girl
And be backslapped
Man of God
Pumped from above
Cocked and aimed at the right things
Maybe he’s not riddled with stubble
Maybe he is
aint from around here you betta keep ya doors locked
With your windows wound up with your shit cocked
Cuz them crackers gon have you on the news
cocked is goin' down like Yung Joc
I'm the 80's savior
You want doe, I be the baker
Cakes up, I oven haters
I'm who made ya
I'm Kobe Bryant
Who care about
it, mix the green juice with the CrossFit
Better get my weight up (bitch), you other niggas lost it
Gun cocked, make a nigga lung stop
Got my
and one less
I don't want you, baby, I want neck
I ain't buyin' a bitch shit, if she don't buy me shit
We one hand cocked for a freak bitch
I can't give
the back of the Cadillac with the MAC?
Cocked back, ready to bang into his own brain
Triple $ be the set don't disrespect me
Got hunnid more hoes just
her jaw lock
I got one hand on my gun, cocked
Yeah, if I cut you off, just know it's your fault
If I fuck with you then only you can fuck that up,
and I sit low
Hat cocked and my gun too
Wit my Levi's and my Jordan 5's
White Tee that's how Bun do
Only roll with one crew
One side, one town
the 'Lac
Bitch, I seep fine wine
G 59 where the beast's signs fine
Glock cocked
Got shot man at least nine times
I'm fine, light pine
My spine is
on the lips and softly say goodnight
Pull up with the Glock cocked, aim it at my head
Shot popped, now I'm dead, with a hole full of lead
Yung $now got
night
All day tryna get my money back 'fore the sun drop
I'm paranoid so my gun cocked
Bout to run my city but I started off on one block
Flex'll drop
of the times, shit ain't what it used to be
I throw a hoodie on, look at what they do to me
.223 cocked, I don't need a handout
This Wall Street, we done got
chair
He's half there, ditched the other half willy-nilly
Buss how he hit the town, cocked back, slapping it silly
Don't beat him while he down off
the ones that say we got this, that you ain't alone
As long as I'm here to pull out that Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got rich but on the low you
the fuck is you mad? (Damn)
Oh that's why they mad? (Ha, yeah)
I just pulled up in that drop top (ayy, ayy, ayy)
With my shirt off and my hand cocked
a rat, you ain't ready for the lifestyle
When the K's cocked and the lights out
What you know about not going in till it's lights out?
Niggas checking
Robert Willy Dennis
Free Dane and free Mall free bands
Bitch I'm at the mall it's Philthy
I got my 40 with the 30 cocked up shootin' broad day(Bang
cocked it back and we was blastin'
Wgen we could smoke, we pulled off with yo sacks, laughin'
If we get chose
We goin' on the same line
Boxin'
cocked so they don't bruise me
Smokin' on purple ease my mind
This that shit that we get high to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep your
upside and niggas had with it
Never see me follow the hype I drink Bacardi Lemon
Six dollars a pipe ten swallows a night
I keep my gun cocked at my
the road was fresh
And every gun was cocked
You've already been caught
Welcome to my safe house
Do you feel safe now?
Semi-automatic, I don't panic
the reefer
Or the kill - doors locked
I keep the tech with the air hose cocked
Now I don't wanna shoot or get shot
But Paniro's not
Gon'fuck with these fuck
Creepin' out the motherfucking tomb
Lil $lick been cursed since the womb
Ridin' in the 'Vette in the projects
Couple pills in me with a cocked TEC
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