Lyrics:
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
and some swisher
Give me a smooch, then pass that swisher
New lil' boyo round the block, he stay blazin'
Out the park hitta, Mr. Quick Buck
Big truck, I
on my shit I think her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht
that
Mr. Get The Head, don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can
On the low I think my cousin know, but he givin the pass
I know some youngins who already bad
Lil Brodie ass just barely turned 14, but got him a mag
His
[mr. pookie]
Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in north dallas
See-pone jus called me up, now I'm about to hit tha shower
Took me bout an hour, and now
hit one of your friends and
It's some black tubes
Yeah, call Mr gun Knife Lanez
I call me Mr "Damn He Done Fucked My Dame"
It's lil' nigga that you
favors
Lil mama got bakery cake
Talk shit, bitch I cannot imagine
Feet up, smokin Os in my castle
More whips and this money go faster
Move wrong,
not forget, I’ll knock ya shit, nigga I’m a king shot better than stoyakabich whole outfit red mr
Santa Claus, whole squad carry sticks like
She from downtown in LA I told that bitch get off her knees
She is chasin after E because the F can get her Gs
I'll let you know that when we on lil
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
Radio Killa, Big Snoop D-O dub
The American Dream
Hey yo nephew, why don't ya come up off them keys?
Sing a lil' somethin' for the ladies
You
they full of propane
Get all gased up
Boom
And explode bang
Ain't nuttin' new ma'an
Still a G thang
West side, Killa kali
Fz up on everythang
20 Foot
Ninjas think they full of propane
Get all gased up
Boom
And explode bang
Ain't nuttin' new ma'an
Still a fuckin G thang
West side, Killa kali
Fz up
(Killa Kid)
Shit I don't need
I don't need opinions
I don't need nobody to like me I don't need a hook on this beat I don't need a
I don't need
Them fuck boyz
They let lil boyz
I chew them up and spit them out
Then trash them
I'm hot girl wit
I'm spaceage with it
Call me eleroy
Lil
so she gon keep on goin’ by you
I’m off that KC tea, Caribou is super doo
I tryna get drunk as a skunk so give liquor me too, Kali
[Chorus]
of killas
Lil' Trav, nigga, the bab nigga
Execution upcomin', 'bout that lil' tab nigga
River City, they slide, aka homicide
Rest in peace to the Goonies, one
guard ya grill
'cause where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga didn't make it back (Mr.C)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest
Lil' Wayne:
Clear da set nigga
(what) (what) (what) (what)
(verse 1)
See I be ridin' on the prime in the lex bubble
Ready to come out the truck
Its them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-mo
(D-mo)
Here I go, here I go
Gettin crunk on tha reala, Im a nigga be smokin that killa
Because we know
the sky
May God Bless
Who am I? Mr. Ski, apply pressure
The 40 Water call mi "ski" (hey)
The most aggressive
I was raised up where we say "blood"
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