Lyrics:
I'ma shoot it up like a drive-by (drive-by)
Montana been goin' off (off)
Keep your eye on your bitch when we slide by (slide by)
When we slide, when
the violence No luck, Gleezy, I'm a real reaper
In the streets, been out here a while Then catch her up and R.I.P. him
Damn, I'm bout' let it blam' Damn, I'm
the back with a semi-automatic
Bustin' erratic, quite the
Lethal weapon addict, so we let 'em have it
Weaving in and out of traffic
Until we lost 'em
start bustin' out cryin'
Her bus went by and she was ready up in there rydin'
Cussin' and wildin', talkin' dirty in the back of the porch
Whose pussy is
On my own, walk down with that chrome to your dome
She can't leave me lone think he grown, slide up to his home
I am not sliding to talk
I don't drive by
index off the trigger
As we bust (bust), us (us), we leavin' em in the dust
So keep that 'caine up out of your nose
I said my piece and then I hush
index off the trigger
As we bust (bust), us (us), we leavin' em in the dust
So keep that 'caine up out of your nose
I said my piece and then I hush
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up, eating breakfast, asking ""why?""
[Interlude:
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up, eating breakfast, asking ""why?""
[Interlude:
(Brr) the liquidator with the hardcore demanor's
Bustin' out the perpetrators I see through 'em like a Zima
So I'm never caught between a hard place
snitch killer, killin on snitches and bustin shots at you
He be rappin, they bout ta cap um, cant nobody stand him
Still got half of his homies head that
the streets
My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat
Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up, and watch my hustlin niggaz rush
Y.A. mansion, I'm swimming pool wit it
Too sexy for the high, I'm home school wit it
Chrome through wit it, shorty loc'd out
I'm roll'd up and smoked
and help my brother man
Check me out y'all a check me out y'all
A check me out check me out
A check me out y'all y'all
Let me lick you up! Let me lick you
a fam, it's a grand, it's a pride of the growth
House of dreams, but they bustin' caps just like they knockin' knees
Heavy lines, jive bar, I got
awkwardly walking, humming songs
Writer, burner, working for murder
Cause my palms is itching, dawg
Screaming black and proud
Bustin at a pack
on your clit
Bless up, got the whole squad dressed up
$50,000 spread out on the dresser
My bitch gon' fuck you up, best not test her
Homeboy died, got
Check it out
I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm never ever
play with that bread, then we play with them shots
Ain't giving out warnings, what I said is on lock
These niggas be homos, they loving the cock
Throw
County jail, ahh hell naw
Just that quick that my niggaz gone have that y'all
We bustin at all coppers, fuck what ya heard
And up the mini 14 and mouths
Comin' up out the psychadelic bui'ness, don't sit in it.
When I gets to bustin', I let loose like a Mac-10.
I'm born and raised a hustler, got love for
get up off my
A bitch is nuttin' we easily fuck it
And we possessed by the cash and these guns we bustin'...
Hefner's no joke, he's too heavy for my kind
I play blind and went out lookin for my type
That's right, my type, a cute fine girl named Sabrina
Coolin
Hole big enough to see through em, like he hollow man
Or a hologram wet em up like he aqua man
I'm into bustin guns, Gettin money, choppin tan
Make me
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