Lyrics:
He like, "Lil' bro, you know these niggas prayin' on your downfall"
But let a nigga play and I let rounds off
Let a nigga play and I let rounds off
make a sound
Choppa gon' sing like a hook
I don't be judging by looks
Gang do not go by the book
Fuck with the crew and your life will get took
Cop
Damn, really tell me what you gon do
Keep choking on the mic watch your face turn blue
You a puddy cat
Takin handouts thats a goodie bag
Run it back just
a 忍者 dismantle demolish
With no formal admonishment
I been heaven sent
See me from the play or by the bay
Moving out the tenement
Cut 忍者 like fish fillet
in my, yeah, yeah, yeah
Playin' my opps like tic tac toe
If I really wanted to, I could steal your ho
My head on a swivel, I stay on my toes
permission
Been top 5
Just new to your city
Not mob ties
But we known to move swiftly
40 bands, made in 20 days
Got this newer model cuz I couldn't play
Never
a Super model
Men i like the way you make that booty wiggle I Will never stop men I'm going in full throttle
On your big body,
And that bag of goodie
Nwata
to your dream
Bitch i got a couple packs
I turned a goodie to a fein
Flipped it for a couple racks
I ain't a druggy sippin lean
I ain't ever had a problem
Neymar, My head on a swivel
I hit you so fistful
Don't care about no crystals Yeah, and fuck your Zodiac, bitch
Know I'm the symbol, yeah
Transcribed by
get mine,you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours
Get yours
Eternally thug nigga Hilfigure made by Tommy
So when I speak hope
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece,
Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin'
Put the flame to the killer, nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure in
Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin'
Put the flame to the killer, nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure in
bleeds
Fucked outrage society
Ruled by mob mentality
(Kill free thought now if you can)
Spread the shame, spread that bullshit, slam it day and night
worst day
I get the cake, every day, it's my birthday (cake)
Play with the mob, shake the spot like a earthquake (murder)
C-Murder with me in the coupe
to sit
Due to this, a brother tries to play me
(Yeah, like one in 514) yo, some kid tried to flip on me
They instigated a brawl
(So we set our
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they
bricks to me
If they ain't tell ya to bring your skis
My Patek, hers petite
The triple play by E. Phillips
Bird feathers done made me chief
Whatever
out she an opp, put that bitch on block, but she play with me, I'ma do the bitch
Get you hit in your city, we mob tied
Bitches DM me sendin' me heart
views
Bet your Snapchat lit like lighters dropped
Off in the swimmin' pool
Your best delivery on a song had
To be written' about me
You copped the first
I’m whipping the Mercedes
I’m up off the curb
I know that you heard
Yeah what’s the word
My head in hoodie
My shawty a goodie
So shoutout to drizzy
he's up, cause he ain't gon' play with you
Big J ain't gon' do no talkin', just gon' load up and spray with you
I ain't gotta prove I'm gangsta, my gang
own code, I'm a play by my rules
We ain't soul tied, don't stay and cry
I was the one you used to like
I was your man I am that guy and baby it was you,
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