Lyrics:
none of my kinfolk
I've been geeked, I've been smoking out the P
I know I said I would quit, but I swear I stopped popping pills though
Just keep it
with my team, we stuck on the paper route
Plottin' and schemin' on ways to make it out
Tryin' to get paid, ain't worry about chasin' clout
Stackin' for
Take it from the top, (take it from the top)
Let's go out here and roll, on hating ass niggas (let's ride)
You can't get your motherfucking weight
on the block, Yayo in the coffee pot
Yayo in the rental car, I'm sold out by ten o'clock
Chicken soda, chickens flock, pimp 'em like I'm on the sky
On my third
looking poppied up
Hop in the Porsche
Cranberry frosty sauce
Deep dish 18's
Out of state play things
Ten niggaz behind me, we all racing
Eleven
straight chicken
caught'em slipping on a break hit the breaks quickly
jumped up i threw em in the back went swiftly
they out to get me for the payback i'm
Blood bath went I let the fuckin' rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook
Taken out over a dirty look
I bag
as Whitney, I get them P's in by the twenty
And them members with me, we hit your town,fuck up da city
All my bad bitches, Clockin in, shaking ass and titties
gotta slap 'em out they funky ass socks..help me!
[Hook] - x2
THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS! they on a mission
They always on the hunt for something they
What's up wit it
Can I get respect, can I get my time, can I get my power
Can I get an hour to show y'all what you missing out on
Ten years later, still
move and get these commas
I just gotta move gotta move gotta move
I just hit the gas then I make that thing go vroom
I done did it all running out
rich get my 10 fold
Feel no moonlight love only lust she bust those eyes deceiving
Wonder who I am but she don't give a fuck bout no one really
Well
to useless
The boys in blue asking questions but I'm clueless
The heater ain't by me I keep it in the tool kit
Folks thought he slick hit em one time now he
and rambling with all of that mouth y'all
Got hit, shot, with the cannon when I'm standing up and going all out for
Phantom on opera, sitting in the Phantom
only want purses
I only want mercy's
Spade on the speed when I go out to jersey
Balling off P's and she drawing the Turkish
Blessings no sneeze man just
'bout
"You'll only get the truth outta me when I'm sipping on Trulys"
When on a mission, I liberate
Ori and I, y'all are in the way
I tell 'em "hell's
on me
Smoking purple
That thirty poking out my pants on me
I'm rocking purple label
This for that one who put them bands on me
We gon' murk 'em roll up
a nigga step on these Balenci's and get beat on
Pop my collar and tell her something nice to get my P on
Lil' baby thought my hoodie spelled out love, naw
get to bussin
The point of discussions
To bring em out
Im out here grinding sweating monday through sunday
Now hear me out
Mama said it would get worse
casualties get decapitated
Starks rise above all to be emancipated
Black Godfather, families at war
Drive bys and Molotovs settle the score
Butcher shops
Coming out from the middle of the map with a limited attack
And I fight it till the end before we get it to the idiots, illiterate attack
Diss that,
Started with some groupies now I'm single like I'm pleasure p
Pop out when it's hot out shorty's posted by the dozen
Tried duck and dodge Lil shorty now I'm
With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch and that
brothers we came out the streets
Been around hustlers all of my life tryna’ get to the P’s
Doing this shit for my brothers I know that they riding with me
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