Lyrics:
Can't stress over beef that shit unnecessary
I'm stacking racks just like J.P Morgan
Chaffin up shit but I ain't like Gordon
Cartridges on deck the trap
Yeah
It's HanzoVerse volume two in this bitch
These niggas don't understand that they just said their last words to me
Whew
Hell nah, bitch don't
Killa Klan (8x)
Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated ? North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago
(cities differ for each chorus)
[Juicy J]
Late last
I see them tones in the sky raise em high raise em high
[Juicy J]
Yeah every time I flip the script
Niggas always talkin shit
Mad beacuase
take your crown
Bitch you know that you got to stay down
We gone try to take this shit out of town
I got a team of bitches, they so stout
Every time they
got the stick, nigga don't trip
Nigga run up in your house and tying up your bitch
Boot up that bitch in the morning on grits
J's at the bando in
turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around
Only few, I'm holding down
La de da de da de da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all
of living the hard way
Took her on a few trips cause she say she down with that card play
Showed me shed make it flip never tripped bout what the dawgs say
To the motherfuckers that
Couldn't keep Juicy J' name out their motherfucking mouth
Bitch
The dope shit still goes on, ho
And we gon' do
time
No Marty McFly, I can't go back to the slum
Village of villains and niggas
Sellin' them dimes
That shit could fuck up your mind
Or it could turn men
how I vibe with the shits
See That's how I
See That's how I
See I take my time with the shit
I'm trying vibe in this bitch
I might just ride with your
all inside it
My bitch is juicy can't fuck with a dry bitch
Spend lots of time in the clouds I'm a pilot
Spend all the money I want the yacht private
On a power trip, drive by hit that spray Ain't Ciara nigga ima have to rustle Future
Bitch we stick talk ain't no fucking Kama Sutra
Boss Ross hit em with dat
You know Juicy J done came in this bitch, you know
I got to show off for him, you know
Send the load
I got the Breadwinner status, Breadwinner
cops
See that shine from my wrist to my neck is all rocks
Gucci flip flops with Louis Vuitton socks
Li-Listen lil bitch we don't fuck with small talk
We
that her last nigga hadn't reached
Bitch so bad know her parents went through hell
Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale
I wanna
bitches
Done got fucked so many times that ya got a thousand stitches
Puttin' a motherfuckin' whoopin' on ya dirty ass pussy
Let a pimp fuck ya and you want
Everyday we lit (Bitch)
I'm in a suite, I feel like a kid (Yea)
Late night watching the TV
Take a few pills, high as shit (Shit)
Yea bitch I get nostalgic
shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like what
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 truck
I've got the magic stick, I can go
true shit boy you a true bitch
Hit em up with the clip, made the fuck nigga flip
Man I made that fuck nigga flip
Judo flip
Hitting your body
Judo kick
Throwing bows
Judo stance
Judo master
Judo know shit
Smoking on Kush this that high grade
This be that shit that's
and I done lived a lifetime a few times
From futons to Grey Poupons
In church tryna get a little savings, yeah coupons (God)
I spit that A1 every day,
it
Filled it up long ago, give it as you wrapped it
And if you feeling ratchet, bitch I'm juicy j
Now drop it low within my highschool gpa
Dr.
flossed, Spyder with the top off
Third gear I got lost to the million dollar law
J.G. the one who told the bitch to take your tops off
I'm a seven-figure
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