Lyrics:
to ride shotti with 6 9's on me We playing sports slide with the stick like it's ice hockey I had to ride shotti with 6 9's on me That's a half and a whole
my mama,aynt no rent
So she can't say shyt
Pitch in with utilities,but i must get my drugs first
Pops gon try to check me like he think i aynt a thug
wanted to be the third and second but the first.
A surge in demand and bullets are getting short,
So many bodies are pilling up it's a sport.
While you
this day and age
Uh
Propeller logo sports utility driven my children
It ain't no tellin' the square footage when I make these millions
I'm less
the fuckin vicinity.
No electricity, don't need utilities
Nobody tellin me chill, question my skill,
A villainous genius symphony
grabbin your jugular, poppin
existing
Deflagration of 4
Cylinders went awry, whore
Puff of soot, sport a suit, got a job to do
Engineer packin' a P P K
For what? I don't know, maybe
They think that they will be here till the end of time..
There are boys and girls in college with two story townhouses
With paid utilities and late model
sport
I launch my fragrance called "Integrity"
I sell the fact that I can't be bought
Have I told you all about the time
That I got sucked into a hole
a dinner coat
And vintage Fila like I'm the ghost of Domencio
On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
Like a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO
pro-baseball
Weepolization family, that's my favorite sport
But instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court
Bitch, serious about my rock shrine
stroll, and I want yo' limp
I want my mail to be as long as yours
Sport big cars and breakin' all the whores
Load me up with your finest disk
I'm only
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
through her hair
while she play in my part
and IM never ending
cause i'm staying at start
plus i need a vehicle to be conveying my thoughts
I add my
it’s a contact sport’
Steely: ‘Nah, miss me with that
He always tryna big man somebody’
Clark: (Checks his face for blood spit's) ‘Game point’
Steely
"If you don't dig this you definitely ain't from down here...
like this, here I say...."
[Verse 1]
Imagine me in a SUV
Sports utility, them boys
like a sport
Imma let her know she’s worth it
Imma let her know she’s worth it
Imma let her know
Imma let her know she’s worth it
She ain’t got no time
to feasting like some apple pie
Sport cut shades like I'm bout to hit the sky dive
I can't fuck with lames and I put that shit on my life
Don't show no love,
fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus street team takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin' wit mad rhythm
With
to make it to court Dogg
Envision I'm still alive I play the sport y'all
You can't run the block without me interferin'
You can't open shop without my
Back,
sports car slumped snout into a beach,
their corpses giving the vehicle arms,
petrol and blood at last dripping together
but quick flashes
the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus, street team take shots at criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin with mad rhythm
With the lockout
Where we at with it?
Block West, let's get it
Slums of Detroit, drugs on the port
Plug with the source
Gun in my shorts, blood was the sport
that fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus street team takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin' wit' mad
Time is short, and life's a sport
He tried to push weight like
His Face had a Scar somebody got to hate and
Instigate at that bar
He popped that fool,
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