Lyrics:
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Swallow your whistle, make a nigga ride with the pistol
'Cause the fakest niggas ride with the pistol
Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistol
What I gotta do is let y'all
Niggas know I am the nicest
Once upon a crime, someone who
Was once fragile, innocent
And pure was suddenly corrupted
Tattoos on my body this shit don't mean nothing
Pistol in my pocket this shit don't mean nothing
Tryna chase a dream this shit don't mean nothing
Cuz
rotation
Hamster wheel with the moves
Plays be coming in twos
You can tell by my shoes
I ain’t missing no meals
And I done paid all my dues
I just do
(Here are the thrill seekers)
The loose mic with two stripes, keeps moving
Like turnpikes, nothing average like the mastered assassin
We bring
another breath
I smoke my Newport to the butt
Like it's the last motherfucker left
Just me and you, evadin' enemies
Let you get my last shot of Hennessy
Please...Please...Please...
Let me ride that donkey donkey
Lemme rock that Dunkie Dunkie
Let me ride that donkey donkey
Lemme rock that Dunkie Dunkie
Let me ride that
Fo-five that’s by my side
Down to ride my niggas holdin' me down
Few bottles, few hoes, and me
But nigga ain't no heart in me
I’m sipping on codeine white
I only fuck with my niggas
I gotta keep it tight
With my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles
We gon' ride on these niggas my nigga, huh
Turn up the mics,
won’t U ride, (so won’t U ride)
Come and ride with me
VERSE 2
I can tell by the way that you’re looking at me (looking at me)
U wanna tear me down like
the line, I lose my mind, I bust that iron, look
Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice (let's go,
ride on our enemies
Biatch! When we ride on our enemies
Hey, got some static for some niggas
On the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's
oh babe
Can you smoke it right
With a playa, like me, and you
Verse Two: AK-47
See uhh, laid back I'ma let the proper game at two rats
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
and let him do the talkin'
I woke up, and it was sick to see them guts
From my strap tell me Spice motherfucker, you're Born II Die
One to the chest
with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little
with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little
times... When you met two shorty's
And you really want the cutie,
But you let her slide... ''cause the other gotta really big ol' donkey booty,
Now shorty
side to side (D-Block)
(Put 'em up high, dunk ride cause)
New York is back
Let me see your hands, wave 'em side to side (uh, yeah, uh yeah)
Put 'em
say shit
I was ride with the white like a Nigga really racist
Take Condom off the pistol
Trigger finger rubbing
Bullets paint ya ride and my art can get
of a feather would be
Let's take that road before us and sing a chorus or two
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you
It's lovely
Keep shootin', but it don't bang
Yeah, I keep shootin' but it don't bang (we packin' Diamond Pistols)
I'm in two time zones, I got money where I'm
mama ain't in prada
She stressing over dollar (Woah)
My bitch, too lit, ride it on a full split
Acting like my thotty, so I let her wear my new drip
pressure (pressure)
This shit pressure (pressure)
Two BBL, you know she extra (know she extra)
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle (whistle)
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