Lyrics:
Don't catch a motherfuckin' attitude
I'm just showin' you how this rapper do
Capital Punishment, when I'm up in it, suckin' it
Bustin' it out, nice
Don't catch a motherfuckin' attitude
I'm just showin' you how this rapper do
Capital Punishment, when I'm up in it, suckin' it
Bustin' it out, nice
Imagine me with all of us
Imagine me never bustin
Five-nine could crop dust it
Imagine me in the shawty, shorty
Bumpin’ Conceited by "Milli" one, two
That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room
Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar
Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me
Cab just
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you
Im in love with trap nigga
Sliding he aint average
Bussing out the bando
He bring out my savage
Got K's by the waistside
Opps thats the wrong side p
got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up (ayo, get that motherfucker right there)
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (ayo, K, pull out on that
got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up (ayo, get that motherfucker right there)
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (ayo, K, pull out on that
unintentional malice
Want to battle one of us is endin up in God's palace
Doubt my shit's Official the Megatron missile
Bio computer virus with flesh
was high
T-you-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
and fuck a hater
If I'm in it then I'm ridin', if I'm bussin', see you later
Got a itchin' for this meal, keep on flossin' fuck a deal
I get mine up out
out my pocket, nigga)
I wake up sparkin' to get
Wild when the streets darken
And playas drinkin' kegs 'til
Y'all niggas beg Martin
You labelled Pah
bustin' out to my fronts
And niggas smoke dick 'cause Doechii too blunt
I whoop hoes like I'm a new belt
Popeye strong 'cause I eat my kale
Like mine
the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards,
Dig your grave up and snatched you out the casket,
Worms in my eyes, eating through my cabbage,
The flesh
the code i'm a hustler that all i got
Went from bustin' em down to rocks into bustin' em out the block
Thought these niggas loved me till i was caught
Lot
It's K
Got a freaky little bitch and you that she suckin
I'ma pull up with guns and keep on bustin
I pull up to the block, you know that I'm stuntin
the party pistol whip a nigga
Shit,
I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the Glocks and Macs
And they'll never breathe again like Toni Braxton
Cause I
pulled up at 6:30 in his 745
As he wavin' his shorty hi, you know he showin' his bling out
She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out
His
Bustin' out the rip, me and SAV in it
Uh, bustin' out the wraith
You gone have to find your faith
Cause I swear that this ain't safe
Way they preachin'
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
About drinkin'' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up
don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
About drinkin'' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up
I be seein' hella green, got these blues up in my face
I'm low-key, I be makin' hella money out the way
Swear to God, shit ain't easy, I could really
Pac
Hey
What's happenin'
Not motherfuckin' double R, Richie Rich
What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it
Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out
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