GMDS (feat. Reverend C)
AU
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RayAyy What up my nigga Evil intent like I'm riding round Memphis Can't see what I'm pitching, yo street cred is pending Real nigga world so I keep my extensions You try catch me slippin get crossed like a Christian I been told you this when I dropped Platinum Pimpin If you ain't legit metal jump like a piston Tearable nigga when I get to rippin A riddle unwritten that demons be hissin My mind is as dark as the mud that I'm sippin Curses and codiene that I get to mixing Put in so much work that I got a pension Work that I put in I can't even mention Catching a body Moving too fast man they can't say they saw me Running that yap turn this bitch to Afghan you can shut the f*ck up 'fore Yo homie get homied, this nine get to poppin' Yo what it do When they say bitch they be talking bout you Heard ya got gats and won't fight like a man so to make it all simple I'll wipe out your crew, you know how I move Packing that mask in the back of the trunk Catching you lacking you actin wassup Clap in yo rap but I'm clapping in action I blast on a tangent for trap ima stack it I just made a stack in the back of the club Tap in yo stash man there's no stopping us Ninas and ratmans and that's not enough Front on that pack man hell nah pack him up Feel like I'm DJ Paul how this shit go Sit back, get my dick sucked by the neighbor hoe F*ck bitches get money, some words of encourage I'm poppin my pistol, I'm pourin out bullets I'm taking ya life not talkin insurance To keep up with me you gon' need some endurance Your homies be trippin', I don't give a f*ck I'm solvin my problems with straps that I tuck I'm never caught slippin, no issues I duck I call up your bitch, I need my dick sucked I'm the Reverend bitch and I don't play nice You f*ck wit the gang and I'll end yo life If you happen to see me, focus on your breathing If you don't believe me, I'll ruin yo night Gold Money hit my line, tell me that he needa verse So I kill this beat and I put it in a hearse If you lookin for your bitch, I promise that she at the church Wasn't even trynna f*ck, she came on to me first Au$ and Rev, yeah we don't play nice If yo bitch want dick, then we give her that pipe I feel bad lil homie, didn't mean to leave you lonely I call her my bitch and you call her your wife I hit it from the back, tell her shhh no swearin She don't bring you up cause there ain't no comparin That dirty lil hoe made her hands touch her toes I call up Gold Money, we took her to Paris I get my nut, then I send that bitch home Now she crazy for the dick and she won't leave me alone She a hungry ass hoe, she a bitch, I'm a bone She in bed next to you, but she blowing up my phone Feel like I'm DJ Paul how this shit go Sit back, get my dick sucked by the neighbor hoe
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Written by: Camerhon Green, Reverend Castro
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