Lyrics:
leaking I got that sickness disease
I'mma bring it back,I hit em with something ripping they guts up
Get em and cut em with the scissors I’m fucked up
hit the block and I skated
I had took them folks out, I ain't talkin' 'bout datin'
I got heavy, Lil Debbie, I'm havin', I'm cakin'
cnd I promise we
way
Know I up that switch fast, bitch get out the left lane
We don't do no shitbags, put em in a neck brace
Know I up that switch and (Shhh) that's
to the party woah
Bring all of yo friend we gon' turn em into molly girls
Take another hit this exotic you gon' leave the world
Demons in these drugs seeing hell
Thinkin to myself, What the fuck is this?
I grab my motherfuckin shit, load the clip and then I get
The extra hollow points out the box in the backseat
I
togehther 'cause when we put our heat togehther
We tie em up with they vest and hit em up all in they chest
We stack ones, trick on bitches, fuckin bitches
enemies will creep where you sleep
Hahahahaha check out this bizarre, rap style used by me the s-p-a-c-e
Im busting balls n bricks and keys man
Money we'll
have to force you
Blow your brains out
The body bag or the coffin
Me and () in the Jag sippin' coffee
We don't get harassed by the
Badge wit' a warrant
the bench, I'ma score
I could hit a million hoes, that's legit, but I'm sure
They don't make 'em like my bitch anymore
Who let these kids in the door?
You
seen the heat
My brother used hes to go and clean the streets He never looked back once since he's seen the p's
Ten toes down he was feeding fiends Now
watch how the bubbly spills
[Chorus] (2x)
[Sticky Fingaz, (Sonsee)]
I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 days
sit to get a blunk out I
a cigarette break
Keep it cool like pies in the window
Numbed out like ten toes off a benzo
I been dope
This is what I do to instrumentals
Other rappers set
and reckless
I said, "I'm sorry, mum, I never meant to hurt you"
Then I went and cleaned out my closet like Em' did
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by
ya cap better think
Fried or not pull out a piece
Whatever to get the key
It's levels I know to reach
Pebble stones to me
Gem the small things
Workout
the game don't stop
Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop
Forbes sayin' I made it
But tell 'em I'm hood famous
The players might change but
Countdown lyric
V1: #10 on da lineup be acting up
Stay talking slick shit, tryna get tough
8th ball in corner pocket, had to rack em up
Cuz he
won't be certified 'til I show I
Go out on a limb with Em 'cause I'm wid him
Put a barrel to the apparel of you and some of them
Stand a chance,
to throw me
I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me
... but all that told me to get in more shit
ay yo P', (what up) you my co-d, we
stimulate and penetrate you like no other
I'm a hip-hop transformer,
A sexual performer Best get out of my way
Cuz I'm turning the corner
So let me start
spitter (um hum)
Mr. team hitter spleen splitter with a dream
Flip a scene green getter get 'em
Out in the streets with the 19" spinnin' me
Grinning because
to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my Lou
Get hip to the pew, you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
BJ This A Hit Boy
Ay I wake up and I wonder what I will be
And I stay out the streets I don't know who I might see
And all these hoes wanna fuck so I
I try to tell em but they bein difficult
Can't take me serious watch me belittle you
Lemme get to em by makin it lyrical
If words hurt more then let
don't respect my flow you gon respect my gangsta
Or get stabbed with this motherfucking banger
Tell 'em P
You don't like my shit you could bite my dick
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