blakk trukk muzïk

I do what I want Crashed that SRT, I'm bout to go roll my blunt And you ain't safe, cause if you hide I'll go on a hunt This real deal shit, I be outside, this ain't no stunt That boy offsides, he gon get kicked off like a punt And please don't talk to me while I'm tryna roll up my runtz Yo hoe been stalking me after I beat up that cunt And ain't no stopping me, I promise I ain't no daunt G-geeked up, lil bitch I've been off way too much meds Keep that heat tucked, that bitch just be knocking off his dreads I stabbed that nigga in his heart until he bled, bled, bled And I'm crashing out I swear I just see red, red, red Ion't speak with nun of these niggas, cause they really be fed And we don't speak onnat lil nigga, cause lil nigga he dead And I walk round with that choppa, it'll chop a nigga head We got glicks & 556s, it'll fill em up with lead G-19 finna hit this nigga, get picked up If that nigga talking on my gang he get lift up I won't ever kiss a hoe lil nigga, I just wanna fuck I been facing out this zip, swear I'm high as fuck And she wanna come over, lil baby give me head I know niggas who keep up with Glocks and knock yo dreads Damn yea, G-19 gon fill em up with lead Got that brand new laser, make that lil nigga see red If he talking down up on my niggas I see read She thought she was just gon kick it? Bitch get out my bed Pat yo lil ass down cause you moving like a fed, bitch Hollows hit his head 3 times we turned that nigga sped, bitch And that nigga rappin', you run off you get yo legs clipped Big body GT, but it can hit 200 MPH quick I been facing za lil nigga, you smoking that reg shit We gon clean shit up lil nigga, use it for the leg slit I came with that heater My new bitch a diva Got that brand new GMC and it came with the greeters I know she a hoe, I wasn't planning on to keep her I got red fangs on my body like I'm (?) I can't take no orders, that's why they make me the leader I got so much ice up on my body I'm anemic Swear I ain't the one lil nigga, I will never leave it They leave in my world, it's my universe like Steven I got my side hoe some pearls, so my main bitch and her is even I keep a big drac on me nigga, you wan leave yo mama grievin'? All my niggas wanna go & get that motion so they scheming That lil hoe nigga ain't slap shit, he tried to box and now he leaking They say I got up in my bag, lil bitch I'm in it every season I hit this hoe up from the back and I'ma leave without no reason Swear this niggas stupid, said I'm falling off? My fans ain't leaving I got niggas asking "when the album coming?" bitch I'm teasing Bitch I'm in mental I been in that blakk trukk, I'm too presidential Once I hop up on a beat, can't be no instrumental Yea lil bitch I'm paid in full, I don't do no rentals I don't do no layaway I'ma crash out bitch, aint no putting this K away I'ma thrash that bitch, now that hoe tryna call me bae Get the fuck up out my house lil bitch, you cannot stay How they say that I fell off? hoe just check my plays And they know I got that sauce like it's Baby Rays How many niggas we knocked off? you would be amazed Bitch I'm tryna kill em all, I'ma fuckin' spray Yo hoe shocked to see me, it's like that hoe tased And she gon get up on her knees and she gon fuckin' praise I ain't missing shit lil bitch, you better fuckin' pray I'm the apex in this bitch, y'all fuck niggas pray Niggas mad I'm winning Niggas always post they straps, but they don't do no spinning And I been up off that X, X mama I've been sinning And I'm up in that corvette- vette, ain't nun ian been in Heard some shit about that bag hoe, you know that I'm attending I'm tryn empty out that mag hoe, it's bullets that I'm sending Boy you old as fuck, and you got no bag, get a pension Boy I'm fly as fuck, that's why I got your hoes attention Lil hoe said she want Hajï's name up in her mentions I'm on grown man shit, and you still serving detention Not tryna shoot a nigga, call that bullet retention I ain't no green nigga, but I've still been out here grinchin' Ion't got no strap, I'ma run that fade Bitch I'm sippin lean, I'm not sippin no gatorade I'ma genius, ain't no music that I haven't And I'm throwing up that 6 because I'm bout 6 made I do what I want (bout 6 made) Crashed that SRT, I'm bout to go roll my blunt (bout 6 made) And you ain't safe, cause if you hide I'll go on a hunt (bout 6 made) This real deal shit, I be outside, this ain't no stunt (bout 6 made) That boy offsides, he gon get kicked off like a punt (bout 6 made) And please don't talk to me while I'm tryna roll up my runtz (bout 6 made) Yo hoe been stalking me after I beat up that cunt (bout 6 made) And ain't no stopping me, I promise I ain't no daunt (bout 6 made) G-geeked up, lil bitch I've been off way too much meds Keep that heat tucked, that bitch just be knocking off his dreads I stabbed that nigga in his heart until he bled, bled, bled And I'm crashing out I swear I just see red, red, red (bout 6 made) Ion't speak with nun of these niggas, cause they really be fed (bout 6 made) And we don't speak onnat lil nigga, cause lil nigga he dead (bout 6 made) And I walk round with that choppa, it'll chop a nigga head We got glicks & 556s, it'll fill em up with lead