Lyrics:
easy on your feet
Give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips,
Couple vampire's and true bloods
Gamblin' in casino's, have
to the bootin' (bah), your hand's all tremblin' (bah)
Too much cap I'm hearin', too much swag they wearin' (huh)
And they ain't bought no hammers
That's all
on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and everything was red
I'm surrounded by
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
hoes on me, i push 'em aside
Playerground boy, rules i don't abide
Barely 3 inches but she still wanna ride
Me and the gang go bussing
Don't wanna be
songs ok, but I'm on fire
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm the king of the south, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me sire, you was on top
Royalties
It's not in you go head push along
Get to stepping
Keep it moving, in the right direction
Bruh don't call me fam
Only got a couple left by blood
life, nigga YSL
Three hoes, call me Quan ills
On the way to heaven, we raise hell
My car goes faster than yours lil'
Nigga damn right I know it (SWOO)
My
you'll get screams and blood drenched sheets
Face like a walnut, you can call but the, help won't reach
On Elm Street come from behind like surprise mother
to myself
Ready? I'm no beginner
We'll never run out of health
Level up by the second 'cause
So much damage is dealt no doubt
I'll be the greatest trainer
call my, that's the plug
I'm the plug, bitch
Hey yo man, Knoxy, what you, who you got bro
Look, I got blood brothers, drug brothers
Finna call myself,
out
And then return!
With every strike
Her hammer's heard
The Sparks fly out
She's unconcerned
Her vision's lightning
Arm thun-der
A Rose from hell
inches
Yeah
Missed death by some inches
Missed death by some inches
I know I'm better without it
Indeed I don't doubt it
But everything starts with a crave
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
I call the cop and he pulls up to an abrupt stop
“Whats going on here?”
I swear! It wasn’t me
Well it was, but, I was changing the song to Panini
I
I'm trynna bust a move MC
I got the hammer it's right in the seat
Two three demon I call it the creep
Said I think I got ADHD like
I'm trynna up it
me
Wey you go bore then call me curse me sey
"Ony3 s**mi"
I no dey worry
You dey go call an attorney cause I be flame like Atomic Junction
Your baby
and think
I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic hate
I slowly shake
It rings in my blood, and I salivate
Like a chorus of cats in heat,
For
to the fact that my Rolex a fifty
Arm & Hammer like I'm John Henry
Professor Klump pockets, I'm a chemist
Racks on me like I'm playing tennis
A hundred thousand
deep (more)
Still got that white, boy, no NSYNC (white)
I throw up my thumbs and I send three
I got the pump in the Benz Jeep (facts)
I leave blood
try and fix this
I sink down twelve inches
So by the end of this god damn week
I'm gonna dig myself six feet deep
God dammit
I could try for the rest
back stand by thats a threat to my black life
Ready to grab 44 because of 45
Two hundred thousand Americans plus died
Never been on pace to make
Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
[Verse 3: SPM]
I dont give a fuck, cuz
We some hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
I'll
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