Lyrics:
a dog, now watch me cat-a-pul-ta boy
Yeah, I'm extra alter, yes a vulture, catch you walkin'
Extra talkin' to the morgue by extra coffins
Yeah, I'm hype
bass pump.
These n****s is nuts,
Man that M-14 leave you physically f***ed
These n****s is ducks,
And you can call me scrooge cause I'm swimming in
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F
Everything fell apart on me but I made it work
You thought it was over for me I made you learn
I knew I’d change the game when I got my turn
Forever
gone
Keep they weapon by the scrotum when its time to draw
F**** nine eleven homie we never call
Wrestling with the pistols we not talking bout raw
Born
to pop me, to even try to stop me from grinding
I'm leaving you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us
All the nigga know what the hood like
how am I supposed to act when you're walking around
Judging me looking down on me like your f****** god or something
Godlike make white light spit
(Your rent's overdue by about 3 months)
Look, peanut. You've been calling me, hounding me about the rent now for weeks man
(Wha-?!?)
Don't ya know I
spit dumb, moron
For white boys to snowboard on
So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?
Chew spearmint gum two double pump
Two cannons, piece by piece
who gone son me
Wrist fleak F-type drifting like a RT
Diamond gang spelled out on the plate
In the rear
She want ja I grab yo hoe by the waist
Yeah come
by sayin'
I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'ma lightening streak
Uh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
when it's time do n****z
Comin' through like I'm two n****z, a true n**** f*** a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pa** that brew n****
I'm drivin' drunk
F*** with me bi*** and I'm calling my Pops like father like son I'm letting it spray!
Don't be round here talking down, stories changed by word off
Choke up on watcher logic with a left-center field indicator gestured gently.
Smash when the one-oh-one-octane hemlock tea pumps chest to extremity.
f****** disgust me
Addiction causing addition you freely feed it for money
Then pump it up in your music and laugh about it it's funny
People are really
f*** tough while y'all cook crack
I'm cocaine; throw me in the pot, I rise to the top
With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs
Still put
oh
Cherry popping on prone
Cherry all on my clone
I don't need you too close up
Baby don't love me, love me
Oh, she dance to 'Fuck Me Pumps,' my Amy
the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and ducked out, then I broke out
Left that cat for dead, his body smoked out
'Cause when I fall out, y'all killas gotta kill me
the ops block when we want
Ap hit him he thought he got hit by a pump
100 shots out the chopper i'm dropping a ton
I got like 33 shots in my gun
Put
Energy, energy
F*ck boy you draining my energy
Shoutout to Raleigh D, JB Keyz
Shoutout to the whole f*ckin’ 803
Remember me, remember me
F*ck boy I pull
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