Lyrics:
on hot 97 don't you know that I keep it hunnid
I don't see these snakes like Medusa
They just got a shine from the jeweler
I just show em Christ like
How much must I repeat?
We only play for keeps
No time-outs, no free throws
No refs, no penalties
No handouts, no pit stops
No cheat codes, no
with plenty steppers
Who hop out on feet
Fuck a eye for eye I'll be lashed out before you get to blink
Say slime em all for free
Don't wanna talk don't
by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative
Shitted on 'em Nicky voice, did
Yeah,
Yuh,
Yuh,
I'm moving down to the south,
I need to get away get out my head yeah,
Threw me in the trash,
Doubt I'll come back,
I don't
come and turn the tide
We're just wiping down the counter cleaning carving out a side
Living for those moments when their eyes go big and wide like
It's
you short arm
Pellets in your hand You'll never put shorts on
ain't shit fair when you got to get your war on
So why don't you come out and play
A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre, can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (woo)
is muddy
Night time, follow 'em by myself, I'm in my whip, this bitch gon' swerve
I'm in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out
And as soon as some
the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my
know I got 'em, two for one, my nigga
I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on
Thuggin is my thing, if I'm beefing I'm banging
got killers and goons, and they all with the shit
Send them boys to your home, if you play with my chips
They gon' come in shoot them choppas bullet
cuz you know I neva run
Gotta problem wit the kid bet my fists can be the sum
I can do this by myself I told my brodas not to come
I put fear in you
One, two
It be your own people gotta wash the hands you feed
Never let em get up on you keep em out of arms reach
Damn right I'm bearing arms
or something if you jumping it's up to you
Try and come and burn 'em we clean em out immediately
I don't really wanna hurt 'em but they bringing out the demons
babies
Yall niggas too busy tryna be famous, bro
U can be low den u eva been
A nigga won't even get high witchu
Soon as u get on yo level
They come by
list so when i catch em i'm gon mop shit
Aye, bring out the fye we spin yo block
We come around them niggas shooky
My nigga hide the smell so well
A to the motherfucking K with a spray-ay-ay
It's 95 keep your ass out the line-up
Why don't you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up
Help 'em talk to shiner,
leave em all scared now I feel like a ghost
Killing these rappers, I fuck up the game all day, got em burnt like toast
You don't wanna play this game,
ready to (Mow)
You know they don't play
They ready to spray
Don't ever come by me I stay with a drac
I'm making my money it go to the bank
You getting no
know it
Getting out that mud was atrocious
Treat me like Christ I'm chosen
No breaks push play keep rolling
Oh I'm a star and I know it
Ima have 2 duffle
money too dirty
Just got it in at 2 it's gone by 2:30
Ice my fist out cost like 2 birdies
Ice my fist out look like McFlurry
Trap this bitch out make it
that I am
If I didn't pop niggas in they mouth, goddamn
And Snoop'll keep one foot on the streets
And leave 'em covered in sheets, run with them
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