Lyrics:
Luther
I'm by myself on my block just troopin'
So much, I say fuck it, my nigga
I'm goonster ayy, bustdown on my necklace
You don't know my name
Then you
and the dust nigga
I done seen who you was, you the...
And we weigh it by a mothafucken ton nigga
And we weigh it by a mothafucken gun nigga?
You gone die for
out the way
Put your hands in the air, bitch show me where the safe
You know it
Friends
We use that term loosely, too loosely
Everybody ain't
Want a hit?
Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad
Now when go down y'allll who won't stop it?
When them things get cocked who won't pop it?
Who's trying
Put it up, pistols might sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga
Like a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzle
Surface
short, so let me keep it sincere
When I'm on that frisbee field, you know my impact's severe (bitch)
I'll be takin' the shots and breaking 'em lots you
Throwed wardrobe, by my bed son of a bastard
When it come to Cadillacs
Trae got that mastered
And the game that I got, way flyer than NASA
Me and Three 6
gets mean
But Its aight, its aight
See the pain only last so long
And the pain is what makes you strong
It's alright it's alright, uh
On this side,
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
Ya
We the north
This go hard bro
Let's get it
All these fucking bitches start to irritate me
When all I give out is my positive energy
Bitch can you
I'm numb
See by this time
That shit is on you
So whatchu gone do
Cuz its fight or flight
You betta pick right
Cuz if you pick wrong
Might not be aight
twisted, so I cock the biscuit
'Cause shit's thick, some say I'mma bastard of a swift bitch
Negro, funkin' it with the style in your ear, bro
To make you
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
These hoes ain't even on shit
Weak-ass hoes
You know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah (Yung Swerve)
You the type of bitch
Lama
Rather be by myself then have a bitch and go through drama
Stack bread while it's cold outside and eat all through the summer
Fuck nigga better not
that bitch
It's on (on)
Tell all my niggas we on (on)
Tell 'em the takeover coming (coming)
Man damn (damn)
I'm pulling strings I got the game in my
and wasn't nothin' soft
Off to discuss, just what's going dizzy
Everybody got it, aight let's get busy
Run up in the bank bitch, hit the deck
Yo bust
and wasn't nothin' soft
Off to discuss, just what's going dizzy
Everybody got it, aight let's get busy
Run up in the bank bitch, hit the deck
Yo bust
on my motherfuckin' hat
I be gettin' famous, famous
Fuckin' bitches with no condom on
So, get my HIV and my HID
And I hope you know, bitch
That it burn
Havin' hot flashes and shit
Over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots at once, pour it
no mob to make me feel like myself
I don't need no job, I'll make these G's by myself
I'ma be aight, breakin' my hands to the left
I can see aight, I
pressure
Puffin pain cherry red
Bitch be bleeding
Swear she know me
Think she special
Let her believe it
Keep a treesh by a leash
You a puppet
Cousin skeeter
a trap bitch, she got bout four golds
She sell the gas by the Q-P and she cook dough
I got a corporate bitch, she make bout six figures
And she a white
a bitch on red and a bitch on hold, man, I can't do this right
I be fumblin' sometimes but oh well I guess it's aight
I'm your new replacement my nigga ha,
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