Lyrics:
Bang on Em like I'm O Dawg
Get too close then it goes off
Yeah I'm in my bag in my Goyard
Niggaz know that I'ma flow God
Bitches wanna take my clothes
Got a call one late night from my nigga Thor
Tellin me Buckshot get ready prepare for war
On the streets I peep em in the swarm technique
So me
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
I ain't even trippin off if I ain't correct
Miss all my niggaz who is dead, wish u can resurrect
Give lots of bitches my heart and now I'm shit is
[Prodigy]
Yo you catch chills, P stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take all
I blastoff on the track law
My shit is pure
y’all just full of gimmicks
You too invested in impressin’ other niggaz bitches
I ain’t interested in protectin’ other niggaz interest
You scared
Yo this is flavor for the non believes
Sit back take a seat and don't forget to pass the weed
And by the way this is all the way live
I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big,
snitching on me (I got em)
Told my mom im evil
Bitches acting phony (Bitches acting phony)
No dont show no love
Because im by my lonely (because im by my
the Steady comin'
Y'all better beware of us
Loudmouths is always talkin'
When we come they keep on walkin'
But my dogs ain't only barkin'
Y'all better beware
you need neighborhood pharmacist, I been feeling myself lately I’m no narcissist, (pause)
I’m da realist that she eva had, niggaz changed bitches
But everything come wit a price she at yo funeral crying
I heard dem niggaz looking for me, tell dem boys I ain't hidin
I need them diamonds in my teeth
way
Out da way I stay out da way
From bitches trying to count my pockets I stay out da way
These niggaz super hate you see it in a face
Don't want
down
Niggaz always drilling me, ?till they see my four pound
Bitches always feeling me, try to give me some head
While I'm in the studio, try to make
son know we on foot patrol
Come through the hole, niggaz is swoopin'
700 shots, all leather gloves, 6 thugs
Two had a mask on, they took 'em off what
We
rose and my bitches tho
These mothafuckas keep poppin’ molly
Broccoli in my pocket's pocket
Oxys and my pocket's brolic
Smoking heavy in my Impala chevy
the sockets
(The ice cream man is comin')
Wu-tang in the cut, for real niggaz what?
It's the after party and bitches want to fuck
Watch these rap niggas
all of you niggaz
The audacity, for these bitches to fall for these niggaz
It's disgusting
They frauds, they lames, they clowns
Whenever I come around
I
than I was before keep it real so I don’t pretend
Never placing any niggaz on a pedestal
But Im stealing all their bitches like a criminal
When I’m
from they front porch
Guns drugs money and a hunnid of they boys
The door only open for the southern boys
I wanna see all.my niggaz in a rose Royce
My
Gone an cuppa my nigga oops its too late
Ya hoe chose Fate guess she wasn't ya soulmate
I fucked her on the first date while you spoilt her for months
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you
shit
I use to write
My songs on DVD's
(Yeah)
I'm the bad guy
That got some bitches
On their knees
Bad man ting
Cause I'm busy
Puffing on some tree
Yeah
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