Lyrics:
too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat
too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat
Yeah
Every hood's the same,
Every hood's the same,
C'mon
[Chorus]
The give us guns and drugs,
They wonder why we fuck wit thugs,
They want
Hennessy, that's trippin like Dame
Pour out ya liquor, light ya candles
[Verse]
I was rippin and runnin while I'm grippin my gun (outdoors)
And I use to,
no fluke
Messing with us we coming out gunning
Nerf gun yeah I'm blasting the Vulcan
We staying true, It's Nerf or nothing
Eating Chipotle you know
diggidy dig it
And I can sell you some behavior but before it don't trip
Wrong move - my homie's down to empty out the whole clip
Understand me?
You can
the presser it’s gon pop out like a butter cup
First time I had 100 come I
I was young as fuck
I ain’t gotta sell another blunt
I done done enough
Still
rich, look at your drop out (drop out)
Guns up, it ain't nothin' to talk 'bout (guns out)
Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good)
It's
my gun off
My hot pink millimeter space heater, duck down
Pulled out from the crevice of a triple fat, duck down
Horse hooves and meat I'm glued
by himself but feels protection
Got a baby mama and a four year old kid
But kicked them both out and sold his own crib
Remembered his pin to the best
Racing against the clock waiting for the bomb to drop, no breaks I can't stop
Downward spiral, out of control, got my gun cocked and I'm ready
empty by the lampshade
I'm out of Excedrin again, great
Too early to tell, but at this rate
I'm thinkin' this might be a bad day
I walk out
is my gun
I want all the smoke til ain't no breath in my lungs
Starring out the window a sign I need me one
We came from the struggle
I told my
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
nuh move too much
Gwan go shoot too much
Sell it by d fifty bring my gun cause shit get iffy
Me Beat d pussy like how Bobby beat up Whitney
Nah go
Load up bare dollars and stuck up bare range rovers (Hmm)
Sell out the O2
Me nah sell out me bredda man
Ah no so me born
Live by gun die by gun
Show
the house, I'm at my aunt's place (aunt's place)
We was throwin' guns out windows in a car chase (car chase)
When I should've been in lessons with my
a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a mask
A shield, a gun with gloves and hands that gives an alibi
In case somebody dies behind a bullet that flies out
A n**** ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my s*** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
And fame that's why
Your plans failed
Better sell that pussy
Til the rent get paid
This what her man said
Ain't no trying when you
Got it made
That's why you
Tonight I’m out country first
U nigga gon search
But never finna work
Go anonymous expose ya
Wit confidence
Toolies burst
Neva sell soul
Neva sell soul
It was the same cop car, the same two cops
They jumped out quick, they pulled a gun
They said, "Don't try to fight and don't try to run
Cooperate
Governed by greed and lust?
Just the strong doing what they can
And the weak suffering what they must?
Oh, and the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex
woes
3blunts
Check check check
And like 4guns
Who want what
If I cock this back
That's nigga better run
We goin sell that good shit by the ton
I'm
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