Lyrics:
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(Endorsed by so mean) bad Boy Headquarter
Your motherfuckin' boy Montana
(RNS real nigga shit) red talk to em
Woooooooo (Shakedown)
Ay
her with her sister
Tell the boy to roll the gun
And go buy my elixir
Dranking little sips, that's why I got temper
Problems, I'll probably murk them
only just begun (Just begun)
Ready set go, hear the gun (You hear that pow)
Tryna catch up? Already won (Already won)
Not from mehico but I am the Juan
hearings on my record
Tell em' other gangsters silence
For the record
Tell the world I know it's too late
Boys and girls, I think I gone cray
Drown inside my
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
of anyone tryna diss em, make you difficult to see like Detroit Pistons, list em, in the system, you shouldn't have missed em we shooting right by in
this bitch on the side
Said that she'd keep me afloat
Say it ain't so
Boy you ain't liking my verse
Tell em to leave me a note
She tell me JP I'm diggin'
weight but I'm still standin' up straight, Josephine
Tell my children I miss 'em and wish I could kiss 'em once more
Bet they've grown a foot since
em (Gtloww)
Master no splinter bananas we split em (Gtloww)
I tell my boys run for that dude we gon' get him (Doom, doom)
I tell my boys run for that
boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas
Post in the cut with them real killas
All banded up, so I'm by myself
No, I don't really be on no
Yeah, yeah
When that rain tries to ruin my life
When that pain won't rise
Aye Imma tell em I
Aye tell me who stopping you
Ain’t nobody blocking you
got touched, skipped death
Fuck gyal, get money, and I don't take threat
I'm an opp, opp boy, and I know that well
Will I die by the sword? Only time
A shooting pistol
A milli really tell me whats the issue
Foes we running through em
Soft like they made of tissue
It aint a issue longs we get them
and mistreated
By His name we casting out demons
Step on the block where they're scheming
Demonic influence beneath 'em temptation is easy
Shackles and chains my
make money I'm bout this
You can tell just by my net worth
I snap on em no tool brand
You push weight that's cool man
I'm gone put a birdie in a mule van
Put 'em in a trance, I don't wanna make the bands
See me in the street but I don't wanna shake hands
Tell me in advance, I don't wanna make the plans
me
Picked off by a pick me
Boy really picked off by a pick me
Gonna rally his block catch my drift g
Why the people from the trenches got dementia
yoself got you clutching on yo own
It's a shame how the niggas that tell you to trust em the most
Be the main ones lead you wrong
Its a shame how
don’t know the deal
Stop talking like you bout it boy you don’t wanna kill
Family on my back and I be holding em still
Holding em still, I be holding em
the Alpha/ scary movies ain't shit to a monsta/ I can tell u a bitch by ya posture/ Captain of my team n ya bitch made the roster/ she like chips, so the bitch
yeah, wow
No revolutionary gets old or so I'm told
You're left full of bullet holes when you tell the people go free
Oh, it's a matter of days before
bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting
had a code of conduct and a ecosystem
Taking the time to tell old Atlanta we really miss 'em
What happened to Atlanta?
We went from repping zones
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