Lyrics:
like a drone
I been working by myself, I mean I live on my own
I'mma get to the point, blank shot, Al Capone
I ain't friends with snakes, I'm
a candle, consulted the stars
When I saw her closing that reptile's hide
I asked her point-blank, is my friend going to die
And she said
I'm not
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear
money baby, they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn em with thirty-three-eighties
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got
Chris Brown:
I'm a beast I'm a Blank monster Hollywood livin good need to conquer, love the money love the fame but you know I need it all, Extend
the girl is on point
In the court judge and lawyers the girl she don't point ride of die chick
She better then the rest
God bless got my name tattooed on her
strange
Yeah, Buns won't stay in his lane
Aight, Buns want ghetto fame
And caught two in the Ukraine at point blank range
It's a, homicide, just
and stay devoted
Some major moment that seems like nothing until it happens
The swill is madness combative added with filth that's savage
I tilt the axis by
get a piece of mind right now
Running low on reasons not to give you this
Niggas want me done I'll dead 'em right now
Point blank. Done. Shhh period
at the phone booth
Running for cover at point blank
Cause bullets is hovering
Drug them in after the slug went in
I take a phrase in God we trust it's a must
Hate me if you want to change
I'm facing a blank slate today
And breaking off communication
I found my rejuvenation
So, hate me if you want
Broad day light give ya daymares
Send em packing like take care
Caught em napping like daycare
He don't know what happen by the blank stare
Pistol pointed
crank me
And his old lady wanna clank me
I heard him saying he'll point blank me
I don't buy it
If it's beef then I'ma fry it
I wont toss the skillet,
out
Then all joints come out classic
Rappers are fake we can all point one out
Yeah
I'd like to introduce you to the first lady of the ATF (uhh)
the crew's in check
Run by the posse with the gold around the neck
Homeboys in heat, lookin' for sweet
Ladies in the crowd so they can
Thinking back
Look great from where at
Shots from point blank range ain't stick I'm still in tact
Backstabbed by my dog and we got matching tats
straight up makin' her say
I'm in love, I'm in love with a cowboy
She's in love with a mystery
If I do point blank
'Cause I stay ridin' through towns
Like I
out
Then all joints come out classic
Rappers are fake we can all point one out
Yeah
I'd like to introduce you to the first lady of the ATF (uhh)
Penetrate at a crazy rate
This ain't thirty-eight
Hit 'em at point blank range
And watch 'em radiate
Runnin' out of ammunition
I'm done wit' 'em
You ask me
Penetrate at a crazy rate
This ain't thirty-eight
Hit 'em at point blank range
And watch 'em radiate
Runnin' out of ammunition
I'm done wit' 'em
You ask me
A new disease in my town called Idiotic
Every pretty lady in my city got it, point blank
Periodically empty seats, dine at Ciprianis
Like Beyoncé,
pretty lady holds two rough hands
'Cause these hands got a quick draw for these stars
Hit the bullseye point blank, one shot from afar
These boots been
done had bad luck
and i always show love to my cut
hit tha club light the lites up cashmoney motto is
ta drank ta ya throw up
point tha broad out
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