Lyrics:
on a hustle I'm on a mad dash
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Drive by's on the run
Call it mad max
When I shoot I don't miss
Now my choppa make you piss
I'm on that drank
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl
huh!)
Ain’t dropped a song in a while !.. (Dang!)/
Traphouse bounce ! Watch it come in by the count, I doubt that we gone see a drought !,
I come from
a sample
Fools be acting like they on our level
These tunes use me I'm just a vessel
How bout we quit and give you a chance
Nah Wes let's kill 'em and take
I'd getcha
I work that murk that just the way you like it baby
Turn a quickie into a all nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we
split's, I can't get with bitch
I need all of it
AUG equipped, get to spittin'
Hit up your cardigan
Don't make me pull up and
Do you like room raiders
Throw
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
will have to silence her
Dialup is goin up blowin' like the challenger
Bitch I'm throwin' molotovs like I am a rioter (fuck 12)
Don't chat shit if you
turnt to the max
Got yo bitch wet as the Pacific Ocean
Cuz all we speak is them facts
2Three
You know how I'm living
Off drank still sipping
Off thangs
I’m moving disorder
Niggaz know i ain’t got no order
I pressured Skibo infront of his mother
My 15 inch yh that is my lover
Richard why did you leave
Yea aight
Owweee
1 leaf short
My clover girl
Outta luck
I was up 3
Now I'm sitting
Like a duck
You float by
They be staring
Star struck
Must be glass
Uh, this shit a breeze, ya dig, don't need to blow what your secret is
Cashing these cards to max, don't even know what the visa did
Slamming my foot
Nigga, don't you know the
Glock ready to spit?
Lord have his mercy, get this, nitwit
It's nasty in the cut and
Don't make the Glock spit!
Yeah! We just
falling into you
Break my fall and don't let go oh
Inch by inch we're moving closer
Feels like a fairytale ending
Take my heart this is the moment
I'm
Don't you wanna get high tonight
You got what I want what I like
Bad bitches good weed and good vibes
Good tree and good D I provide
Won't you hop
Then I see a .44 peel back a headtop
Seen a MAC mek a man twist like a dreadlock
Switch it
Ain't top three? That's an insult
These neeks don't
them Vicky's just so I can
Watch you take them off
Damn and we went so hard last night
I'm just thankful we were in my last night
Take it to the max
You holdin' yours? I'mma bust mine
He lookin' wrong, call it sus time
Free my niggas, give 'em phone time
Skin a nigga like a pork rind
We get
That's three different types of fly shit
Everybody got what they like
You like what you like-
And that's what i like
It look good dont it
Oh
her leg
Pissed on the carpet, shitted by the door
Psycho Les is out
You don't wanna hear no more
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
The hooker
that I don't know his last name
This ain't 'Guess Who?' like we in a board game
So many closed, I'ma walk through the doorway
Blinded by love and some
that town
Tell the young G's don't lack like Dezz'
We need more kidneys lost in the ground
And if you come towards this whip
See demons with the longest
'bout to cum, I say I'm comin' wit ya
And she don't like them pretty niggas, sidity niggas
She ride this dick, her titties jiggle, that's my pillows
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