Lyrics:
and test your faith
Put it in reverse and, crush your face
Go to court, tell the judge fuck the case
Go to jail, no bail, cut your face
Get it right
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn
Dealey
ain't no pushin' me, bro might put you on a tee
Dot my eyes and cross my T's, bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
But bro can't
broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both
to the chin
Get down wit me, and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(Crack!)
In fact hoe, fuck off my bus
Ask
to the chin
Get down wit me, and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(Crack!)
In fact hoe, fuck off my bus
Ask
lethal plus we taking over
I’m getting older so I live by the new slogan
That Philly shit the barrel smoke will leave your head open
It’s open season
can't stop 'em when them shells is popping
Look good to the public eye, your streets is watching
At all times, put it all on the line
Without a care
scared to catch me
All that shit you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
And apply pressure until I crush your mutha fuckin noggin
I grab
now we tied
Ima go by myself nigga don't need a ride
Crush him in his temple he can't use his mind
Ion feel right taking what's not mine
But your soul
could take it back
Hold that shit down and get your weight up
Put in your pill papers and
Keep your faith up
'Cause when you was trappin'
Baggin' your
baby boo you
You held me down so when I make that ching I'ma up your account
That goes for my brother, sisters, mom and my dad as well
In the AM I take
I got the key to the streets
I got the key to the safe
He wanna see what I'm selling
I put the key in his face
I just got back from the dealer
I got
you run up on me then they gun you down
And everyone round me been fake
So only my day ones can come around
Your bitch coming to me and she spilling
broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both
This is AB Gravy speaking
-Hey put your gun down
It ain't even like that dawg
Nah man, we don't play that round here
This is magnificin pimpin'
Repeat
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
Or those popsicle makers for your icebox
Got a coffee pot with some pots and pans
Or that plastic thing that can crush pop cans
Got a paintball gun with
with you wearing my hoodie
Fuck the merch I put it on clearance
Make it cheap change your appearance
Stay away don't be an interference
People in
no boy ready today!
Dem say me guh' crazy
Just protecting meself'
Gun fit me smooth like snapback,
Since school days 'cya diss
We a box dat down
Old 38
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
better than a lot of y'all records
Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go
I murdered some quick for dough
Hit 'em up fast, watched them die
you want to name?
I want pain that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn army
I can't
G's that put in work in the 80's and still in the mix
It's either in you or not
Your cloth got plenty in stock
The fabric Im cut from don't exist they
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