Lyrics:
Khoon de aa rishte khoon hi bahunde (My blood family spills my blood)
Aj vi a mainu dead name na balunde (They still call me by my dead name)
Shartan
yall gonna do about that
niggas
[Hook:]
We on your block
We got rocks
You got robbed
The man got shot
That nigga's dead
Come get revenge
We getting
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
a light
And it comes right down and
It lands on the ground
And out comes the man from mars
And you try to run but he’s got a gun
And he shoots you dead
diss dem dead
Live binds stuck inna head
Mek one drive by dem fled
Pussy shoulda gaw dem bed
Bwoy bat wi fly weh like frisbee
Yo ah wah do some john crow
My niggas walkin' up, pullin' up, fuck a drive by
'cause the nigga on the passenger side automatically die
Capable to slide, wit' a you-P-T
You
the drive by van
Shooting with no plan
Im the man
Bitch talk about fair
Don't you dare
Underground mayor
Creeping in my lair
Empty stares all around
Down
a drive Chevrolet
Dem come a dancehall and a push up dem chest
A tell crowd a people bout dem a di best
And when you tek a stock my god a dem nuh fresh
a 16 ting yeah
Ok, Yes man i’m bringing him because I
Knew he was alright let’s go, ok, Skepta
I’m not scared of DEVelopment
DEVelopment ain’t in
Talking to a shrink
But he still can't help me
I've been too far gone
Man I've been chilling
By the lake playing Donkey Kong
Phone ring tone playing going
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Yeah, man, this go out to all those who hated on the real
Ya know I'm sayin', I'm a put it to ya like this right here, man
The truth shall survive,
pencil on paper we touch em wit lead
Stay wit appliances like HH Greg
Don't condone violence play wit me he dead
Braids hang over my face I'm wit niggas
Talkin' that drive-by shit
Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit
Talkin that drive-by shit
Everybody talking that gangsta shit
Slaves to the rhythm
Nerdy love running wild
Nostalgia like a child
Her love drives me real crazy
Baby will you be my lady
Man this girl's got me feeling spacy
Man this
impatient, man
Can't wait to bring that bread out (Woo)
Rodeo drive, Lambo, Gucci sped out
(Damn, skrrt) i'm in my blue coupe
Can't wait to bring the red out
a dirty scene
Proclivities has us focused, live your dreams by any means
Time will tell anything until the end of time
It's either dead, jail, or penalized
bitches right at the same time
Alive bitch, even I'm dead
But I'm a dead man walkin' Missin' his head
The headless horseman Relentless forces
Malevolent
[Master P talking]
Yo, yo, yo man let me tell ya bout this girl I met man
(Another watoosie lookin' bitch, huh man)
Nah man, I'm tellin' you
(Another
going cause
Goddamn it's worth it (Yuh)
Quest Man by Release
ОЙДА (OIDA) oxxxymiron
Damn I look good still pumping KC
Got it back to back this RNG is
death threats, LOL, I'm dead, I'm dead
Fools wanna see me fall and that's why they watch me step by step
Mans tryna get my Ps right now, don't care
it on lock
'Til i'm on ya, i'm on ya
Kissing down your neck
Sweet darlin
Gripping on your chest
I'll ride ya, ride ya
Like you won't forget
I'm all in
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