Lyrics:
a broom
Break them down like a brick and get fixed with a tool
KXAN end up on the news bitch
Word on the street that these n***** want play
We gone blitz
to trip
Just play the sideline kid
And wait for me to trip
'Cause I can feel it in the air tonight
But yo I'm not Phil Collins
I'm more like Henry Rollins
the strap after cant let em play him like a bitch
See Tae almost flipped the pound he off by one zip
So he calls up bro n em finna hit a quick lick
Niggas
her, "Baby play your part"
If she rollin then I'm rollin, but I still ain't got no heart
I don't got no feelings baby I don't got no heart
I got diamonds
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
n**** no better man these n*****
[Chorus]
Ya can't tell
Them n***** ain't surely
Get caught with a n**** gon' tell
Them n**** don't sell
This ya
I thrust
Mom yelled from the tub that she wanted us
The kids that play, the kids that play, the kids that play the Wii way
The kids that play
Just vibe where you live and
Ride in the whip and
Fly with the kid bye-bye
3k sounds and the beat play out so
Everything goina be fine
Just vibe
body snatched, coke bottle, shape shifter
My bish, will break a n**** no problem
Sticking to the code n***** sleep with one eye closed
One eye open yeah
body snatched, coke bottle, shape shifter
My bish, will break a n**** no problem
Sticking to the code n***** sleep with one eye closed
One eye open yeah
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips
the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
me bout no n****s hating
What's the point if I hear
Mr. not giving a f*** with a joint in his ear
Put that steak on his plate then so long disappear
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows
Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it,
the demand substantiates
Is 'n besigheid (Besigheid)
Is 'n besigheid (Besigheid)
I disrupt the supply chain with my paper planes
The alpha primate, I don't
what he supposed to get
N**** play you close he gets hit
Laying in dirt for something you say you get hurt
F*** around though, probably with some old
couches
That's game nigga blouses
Rollin up the herb I need my dutches by the thousands
I got a bad drinking habit
N I'm tryna chill out
Yea tryna chill
Vante Guapo
This that Guap
And this that bop (Oh my God)
Y'all know what it is mane
We walk in the club with all hunnids on us
Fuck y'all n***** talm
f*** you
This is my gang n**** No Limit
My n**** see will f*** you up in a minute
With the pow pow bang bang and your dead
And then we stamp that
we moved shop down there by Lehman
Do you remember at the room hoes caughting semen
Do you remember I busted two with the green eye demon
Yeah n
is
Ima ask Dora where the map is
I'm getting paper my n**** I'll smoke you if you ever play with my classics (get it)
I know some n**** that claim
because adults strange
I play around with this shit that you call a game
Money put the head on the lid,talk to the walking dead
Drive by,pull up
And remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rules
Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
Told Drake don't play with me on GD
And he sent that message
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