Lyrics:
will have the strongest blood pump feeling like f**k it
Had me chasing gear feeling like Im stunting
She said get at me when you rocking the means
I let off rapid
Don't think I'm gon' run, n***a yeet, let me pump that action!
They think I'm just rappin', I'm on go, you love actin', then let's
local, O-V-E-R, that shit over
F-O-C-U-S, on focus, I'll pop Xanax
Got me rollin'
F-U-C-K, S-O-B-E-R, I swear, man
Fuck being sober
Said I didn't fade away
You wanted me to throw that shit up
Some niggaz wanted me to slide
I did I was gone do it wrong or Right
I pledge big on loyalty n*gga
Kos I might
children off the block
And my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on
In my hood, F-are-double uh
Cock back, double pump
You rapping, I just happen
produced by me
Try with the flow
B**** im sorry you cant be me
So just drop it
Drop the bone run
Do the math hun
Ive been in this game
When you was joining
the-the-the O, the P the E
Riding clean, the G the L, it's 63
Ooh-wee, see chicken heads, they fiend for me
Yung north S-I-D-E, W-E-T bitch
Yeah
(Boww Boww)
Better then Ya top Five
Ni**a dead or alive
Rap game sleeping on me
Guess its time to wake em up
F**k Ya favorite rapper
Hogtie em
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
her snoring
Find me finger fucking franklins, these other niggas is boring
It's that nigga Kid F an I'm wishing niggas was stepping
But we never
just check on my rank
Making deposit go Straight to the bank
Pump in my hand like I'm filling the tank
Feeling that shit if you f**k with the gang
Call
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V
W-X- Y and Z
Now they don’t make no song’s like these
So I’m back to the basics of Real MC’s
Now you
the one shootin'
You better watch Dimo Lotte
Protect the gang for L.I.F.E. and so much more
You know the Guru so protective of you
Big head hunnids,
crazy
I'm all in 'cause I'm all out of that cash
Don't pump me up for that disco
I got a pistol for your ass
Momma's boy, raised by the same bitch
came from England was the Queen and tea!
Amy said she'd teach me bout the birds and the bees
but i told her small axes chop down big trees.
i left her
take it
Grab a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to break it
Give me your money
Drop them keys
It's a jack move bitch
And since you
Shit, cement pump in my veins
Hard body to the death
Scream fuck the world with a capital F
Everybody extinct
It’s just me and my niggas left
And this is
brathas
I’m Ina cut witta mfn glock
5 point 56 shells in his face
D G A F I know dropped
Everybody round me gon keep a stick
9 times out of 10 of mine
Dead
seen nothing
That’s yo man pack you getting fronted
That’s yo bitch I bet we done done it
F&N tucked by my stomach
And this gas I’m blowing 100 I
Vanboom! Advocaten! All the F words in your brain
Wij staan garaant voor
Stay away, freak buckle
Yuck! No more! I swore at the thought of it
Feel the power
Fuck
Ayo money green MAC-11
Money blue Tec's, we chopping in the duplex
Running around like who next?
Pump in the London Fog 2X
Hit the kitchen,
gettin' rocked by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf
'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf
Tryin' to play it cooler than a polar bear colony
rocked by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf
Tryin'
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