Lyrics:
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
the families of those who died
And for the rest of us who are still alive
It's up to us to see this doesn't happen again for the nth time
We want to
Be safe,
Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more
In the headphones for me
Check it out
You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby
Sendin' this out to my
Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more
In the headphones for me
Check it out
You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby
Sendin' this out to my
gun but they know damn well shit tucked
Bitches want heat but I freeze them when I raise my wrists up
Another thing tell these pussy niggas quit hating
They like to slaughter they do it for fun
I fucked your daughter it pink bubblegum
I don't like your father we on the run
Want to be the best father
of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name
I stick my dick in your podcast
Tell the bitch
I'm just a young nigga making music ima make a living out of it
And every time i'm talking music people always seem to have doubt on it
But those are
with my gun
Niggas killing innocents
And i will not be one
Like Are you dumb huh are you dumb
Aint no concealing the toolie
Niggas been actin so moody
do demand
What you don't understand
What you don't understand
Beating on that pussy
Till it cum
I went and had a threesome
This bitch cheated for
that was 'cause of cigarettes
(Or what?)
Or guns he tote; he called shots on the deck
So I wasn't tryin' to call his bluff, by his persona
You
to the drums
Get out of them slums
Marching band
Get them bands
Monopoly swagg pass go advance
This is an emergency please stand by
Watch out for the drivebys
Haunted by the memories of you in this life
Man, I've met so many dudes
That were jealous of me
I'm trying to get it together and
Focus on doing
worth dying for?
Are you sure?
Whenever I arrive
Niggaz know my steez
Au-revoir MC's
Hit the floor and freeze
All my sons waving guns in barbaric
drugs
Dady said that no guns (Guns)
Keepin hopes for no one
Pressing tits for my fun
Homie said that smoke gun
Bitch said that more gum
Flex legs for more
Younger.......Nigga Staking Old
Here to break these Records Not by Cookathon
Life's Turn By Turn
In my Pride just like a Lion.....
Ya Pussy Na Fire,I be
time to run
Grab your guns cause beef with me and Petey P. hide your sons
Double-are motherfucker
Let me slow this shit down before why'all make us
the passenger seat I never recline
These sweets where made by swine
The ops are pussy I can't cosign For my loved ones gotta be kind
I wonna see all my enemies
scream
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
I
a dumb-ass fool to let these opps take me (I got my gun on me)
Rest in peace, my dawg, man, this shit for life (gang shit)
Rest in peace, my dawg, man,
(Hit-boy)
Had to take my jewelry off for this shit, man
Na, na, na, na, na
Had to take money out pocket and everything, before I even start
survival
Late night, Valhalla, roll it out the bible
914, every corner store got a nigga with the raw
Just bring your straw
Piff by the Oâ??s, pussy
of the medicine developed to soothe creatures
You're pathetic if you're no believer
Cause we all are energetic and eager
Come alive when you walking side by side
heavyweight athlete
Clapback response to defeat
The way i run is a speed of the blink
They talking shit Oh My God my hatter stink
We already know you are pussy
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