Lyrics:
keep a 40 by my crotch
It ain't shit to get popped
Pull up pop pop Ray Allen with the shot
Carry guns like the swat
Niggas flexin like they real when
Next pair, get a different stitch
Next pair, get a different stitch (Beats By Weez)
Mmm, mmm
Similar joint, different clip
Similar look, different
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
Forty deep how we creep uh
We come form the street
When see that jeep you aint saved by the bell
Thats when the tires screech
With a devilish reach
She fell in love with the crowd and arenas
I need that real love that Martin and Gina
Nineteen forty two I sip by the liter
She fell in love with
Yeah
I'm so strapped
Forty-two curls in his grip
While he hitting it from The back
An' he was giving me all he Had
Baddest bitch in a two door
two razors
Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm
I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs
My
the one)
Yeah I got your main thing blowin' kisses (woo woo woo)
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch (skrrt skrrt skrrt)
I got the .40 on me,
that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul
by the tail
And everything is going my way
I've got forty eight hours and twenty five dollars in change
I've got forty eight hours and twenty five
Forty seven days and a minute and a half before it's christmas
Small town hospitalities cooking and it's really good for business
Four by four
The shark teeth i need Marielle to draw me
Smoking holding a forty
It's Lord Streetz, pistol whip your jaw
You need false teeth (Run)
Been a heart-throb
built the same nigga I came from the gutta
I keep a forty cal
Same bitches sayin that they love ya
Yeah them be the same bitches fuckin on yo brotha
Got
all summer x2
Verse 1:
Summertime madness
Picture perfect do it Fabolous
Like Fabolous, I throw it in the bag
Anything we need for summer I have
cruisin'
Them backwards E's a movement
We cruisin' through the 8-1-2
Stoppin' down in Haynies
In a 40 drinkin' 40s
We representin' Cheaney
Slidin' through
shit tight
Mobbin' in the Chevy, four deep after midnight
And just because I'm rappin' nigga ain't shit changed
I'm still slangin' thangs nigga deep
woadie, it's forty below
My heart is still colder, got it in Corsa, I'm revvin' the motor
I'm gettin' change, they won't see me slip through the crack
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers
This is a long one, keep going
Get set, ready, go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55,
told ya
This means war, as if by Sister Souljah
To think that the X would ever take a fall
After gettin all of this, man you're crazy
think they’ll gain?
Why follow forty-five?
Will any good remain?
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why
Vs2
The church apostate bought the lies
They found
think they’ll gain?
Why follow forty-five?
Will any good remain?
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why
Vs2
The church apostate bought the lies
They found
a celebration
Every laugh and tear and every sensation
Two pushin P homies
Down to get X'd for me
I'mma Disney XD on your bitch
Keepin it clean when I hit it
got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the front-page prime-time live on TV
Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot
cord severed
Killed in a police van after arrested
Six officers got charged, this is ridiculous
Two years, four trials, no convictions
(G)
George
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