Lyrics:
understanding me
Fucking up get 'em a Plan B
Lickety split go legit
Shit gonna blow when I hold up my wrist
Backing 'em down, get racks by the pound
She say she
mucho dinero
So paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades
And they all gettin' Knicked like Melo
Hello, Luda tell theses other boys double up
Cause I got some
Really I just see food I can make ya crawl dead
Ya swimmin' in the money boy that make me a shark then
Catch 'em kill 'em feed 'em to the hog heads
I'm
the time out my day slap a boy with it like I'm Ty Lucain
Caught em in that alleyway lucky aint leave em that boy like usain
By myself never needed no gang
(too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them
at the viewing, Ty mom crying to him
He hug her, he tell her whoever did this, he gone do 'em
From there it was a silence, she ain't condone violence
But they
All about his bag, with money he don’t play
I like a cute face, strong arm on my man
Slim waist, long arm in the pants
Good taste, you can tell by
tell myself, "You wrong, boy" (fuck 'em)
Twenty rich niggas with me, nigga, we the mob (ayy)
Gangsta shit, I'll front you somethin', nigga, come get
Distorted by clout,
Horseman stood on the cloud,
Full screen disorder,
We reek,
Black boy kill black boy,
Or black boy get killed by police,
Black boy rap
Pick apart the carcass and the pussy's like petals
Tell em motherfukers i am on the level
Tryna never dwell upon the previously dealt i gotta settle
For
show me i'll give you this Glock
Go kill my opps and tell 'em "Blow me"
Yuh, hoe so bloody, I think she want me
I need that hoe too, I think she lovely
'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet
Look, tell 'em free Vaughn, dirty illegal guns on my waist
I got
done real bad in front of yo kids
To show 'em what real type of bitch you is
And it's that boy named 3 to the 2 forever stayin' true
Just a player
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
Did everything that I had to do to make it by
Did everything on my own and now that boy so fly
They can't see what I'm doing they tryna ask me why
finna tell you bout my life right now
cll 'em pussy niggas must go right now
cll you snitching niggas must go right now
I jus want my day 1's near by
Hollows in this clip, boy don't play wit' me
We gon slide, by any means
Walk in the spot snuck in wit' Berettas
They take advantage as long as u let em
[Chiminiyoka]
Boy what you think this is
You tryna play, better go find some kids
I thought you was the lotto, I put in my bid
And I let you hit
when you can, fight ready like Liu Kang
Suited up just to run the race
So if they block your lane tell em shoo mayne
I be on my shoe game, pick me up
Got 'em same niggas who be running in the block
I won't tell my story if you know you gon pop
I know a lot of h**s who gon pop when I drop
I ain't
got me a beat, repeat & I got it bodied
Best believe it boy!
I just wanna flex
On a bitch
Tell 'em tell all that I'ma dick
I just wanna flex
Throw a hex
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
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