Lyrics:
get through frontin' niggas out here already know that you ain't gon' shoot nothing
End up at the pearly gates when they test you
Gotta dirty face but
City from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Lords
Bustin' pistols while we runnin' from the five-oh
Hit the adversaries up because we drive slow
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang
let it go
And ain't no shootin' up at the moon
I'm tryin' to knock yo' ass up out the saloon
Cock, kaboom!
In a raccoon hat like Davy Crockett
Waka Waka Flocka Flame Wacka Flocka Flame Waka
Flocka Flame Waka Flocka Flame
I fucked my money up, damn
Now I can't re-up
Ran off in his spot just
[Liffy Stokes]
Nineteen-ninety-muthafuckin'-eight
Mobsta elite's back up in this muthafuck 'em (Bitch)
And we airin' out all you
Play a record by my favorite band
Jump up enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody everybody
bustin' slugs for life
Forte'! Brownsville! Gun tec, unite!
Brownsville! BX! (Repeat & Fade out)
Forte' !
is car, niggas stay parked by the bar
(Aiyo, Allah, I'mma work it out, everything stabilize
Like him right between the eyes, blaze it till I'm 4 to 5
laughin' slug, caught up in the chest, gaspin'
Nigga blanked out, chopped before he start rappin'
Microchips in the celly, the game don't stop (don't
Winter Springs
Back when Molly wasn't popping
Yeah, them folk was on the bean
I would scoop 'em by the thousand pack
And serve all up the scene
Fiends,
with they guns bustin' (guns bustin')
Snakes shed their skin and reappear as mint (reappear as mint)
It's up to us to stomp him out and throw him in
the Squad, try and shittin the God
This ain't no "Scarface" shit, blow up your kids in the car
And since you wanna act like you livin a movie
I'll hit you
Execute them, execute them
Execute them, execute them
Yeah, y'all mothafuckers know, turn my shit up, mothafucker
Wild the fuck out word up
Johnson on the loose
Throwin up deuce at the first
Sign of a problem
Weathermen filth nastiest black
And blue bread
And light base milk with lumps
Bulked up
hide from us
I can send a ghost and leave
A nigga whole block haunted
Catch two lackin’ and knock em out
We call it And 1in (YoungBoy)
Can’t run from
seal
I was in the kitchen and
The legend has it that
My wrist is still up in that whippin' still
Niggas ridiculed, they got rid of kill
When I'm out in
I be that schizo' motherfucker
Walking with a shovel
Keep the bodies covered
Lurking with my brothers
Killers by the hundred
Bleed out my fucking
Sleepy eyes
Creepin' up with no disguise
No surprise
When I draw down, instantly bustin', touchin' brains
This, ain't no fuckin' game
Kill
the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why?
I was only 15 years old, never handlin a vice lord steady growing
I learn my shit from the niggas comin up in
central nervous system like heroin reppin' Maryland to the fullest
Bustin' like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers, don't pull it
I
up in thirty minutes
Now she suckin' on me (woo)
Now I don't need nobody to do nothin' for me
Nigga, I'm bustin' for me (fire)
I went and got it
roll with niggas, that tote big chrome,
Uptown V.L. off top niggas bustin' domes,
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures,
The law bitchin', I'm catchin'
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
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