Lyrics:
the rank
I don't care if you know frank
All your talking is poppycock
It's all insured by Plymouth Rock
I'm spitting hit and runs
Ask ghost I got a Tommy gun
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine
And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online
And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
Nigga Ruff Ryde,
light on who deceive and mislead
In your face filled up with greed, don't wanna see you succeed
It's the devil who feeds off the minds of those who need
passed on the young side
It's bad 'cause a good friend's hard to come by
Justice is never color blind, never gun shy
The one crime, you may never see
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
now
What am I saying no ones safe even unarmed
Cops'll choke you out with no guns drawn
The fucks wrong
With people hear the evil and see it too
In
excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's
it, ya hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma
Always moving quiet cause these niggas tryna play me
Got my gun on go cause that pole came with no safety if I pull the trigger ain't nobody leaving
spotify..
Sky high in me eigen space
Doe een drive by er word gelijk geraced
En ik drive safe in me eigen lane
2 mans zit shot gun
Ba-Bad bitches
move[00:20.69]I might Jug[00:21.69]I might just[00:22.60]I might just[00:23.57]I'm like who[00:24.44]I'm like what[00:25.39]Just a little baking soda[00:27.22]Got
Mayday[00:13.58]There were snakes in the grass in the garden of Eden[00:15.21]So I can't be surprised by the treason[00:16.63]We not going back
sneeze[00:48.90]I gotta go[00:49.86]She sayin oh baby no[00:51.21]Baby I gotta get cheese[00:52.70]Trynna love me bitch check ya temperature[00:55.01]Sick little
invented. It was directly inspired by guns, specifically, Samuel Colt’s Revolver. It borrowed not only its barrel mechanics, swapping bullets for exposures,
of nations The Empire's enemies Betrayed banishment With the stroke of a pen A treaty is signed Now deemed as outlaws Once Employed by the Crown With letters
be packin' a lot of doe
Being together it is wonderful the gun was loaded one exploded
Speaking to me with the tongue he just folded
From the Tech
of the snakes
Enter by way of the price, leave by way of the grave
Police projecting and swerving
Usually inspect 'em and hurt 'em
Preachers perfecting a sermon
Got 21 guns
Got 22 mags
Got too many hoes wanna help me count this bag
Got too many bros that left tryna' come right back
Got too many choices now so
She cries for help[00:18.60]He runs his mouth[00:23.13]I'm screamin' out[00:27.62]Caught in the drought[00:32.08]Snapback[00:33.50]With a gun by your
on the other one, I blicked up bought my mother a gun[00:29.91]I switched up, hit the road[00:31.26]I almost came back with a hunnidbun,[00:33.03]I ain't need
to the swords, to the guns!
Two by two, and away we go
Father and Son, heed the words we pray
Deliver us from Evil this day
Deliver us from Evil today
Deliver us
Billy, just like Billy the Kid
Well now, Billy he was a bad boy
He won the wilder west
By the year of 21, had many notches on his gun
But someone
a slave to my greed
Yeah we stuck doing rounds
Moving stock by the pound
Foxhole in the ground
Fucked soul hell bound
And my lucks running out
Trying
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