Lyrics:
really flow it yes I really know it Its tha nigga Quelly Quel yes I got to go in
Every time I pick up on the flow lil nigga ya I know Quelly Quel that Im
up call me Mr west
Wanna run away wanna relocate
Like i'm kanye back in 08
Flip the 8 that's a double gauge
Flip the hate like another page
So all this
the chopper and the wife by my side
Down for what ever
187 Homicide
Buts I do it for the money
I don’t do it for the pride
Grew up with the homies playing
want sukhiana
I love a hood rat bitch who offer to hold my glockiana
I been a star since lil league football I was a preMadonna
And If you owe bank need
the water, bring me under and I'll die
I'm so fun to play with, committing mental homicide
I'm like Chucky cause I'm short and angry
Some would say I'm chunky
what she need she wanna be Mrs. Wright
All them plays I done made
Boy I should've been in Vype
It don't take much to bag her I catch her she giggle
Come
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
Yeah, But I'm still rich
Ion think I can stop I'm in love wit yo bitch
Mix the green wit the soda like a half half brisk
name a big bitch pearl, On my Mr
(TJ produced it)
Ooh-whoa, oh-oh, oh
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Oh, yeah
Uh (Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
enemies
A lil' skinny nigga made it to the big times
No Limit Soldier still chased by the one time
I feel like it's, it's us against the world
Cuz every
I'm blacker than Mr. Po
They try to come between us i'm lettin that blicky blow
XVT don't die baby, my clique the meanest
Lil shawty sneak by you
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
'm taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch, I ain't tipsy
I think his thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty
Call that lil' nigga R. Kelly 'cause he
been meditating homicides
I gotta watch the niggas standing on my fucking sides
Keep my Glock loaded keep the shit by my side
At the beach reminiscing
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
to get keys
At fifteen, I was full-grown
Get wrong, get bust on
My uncle gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
Bitch need to do your part
You ain't never gon' win my heart
Bitch want me by her side just to make sure she okay
Yeah, I ain't no captain save a ho lil
She get that lil feeling when I'm near
I ain't with that shit
Told em my first song
I made it clear
I think the cup defeated me
Cuz I be slurring all my
to dissin' all my niggas, cause I die by my side
He got the dumpin' at them niggas like he want a homicide
He tried to mix it with a nigga, but he left without
arms for the cocoa-
Mr.Former Football Player-ex drug dealer-gold digger-
Killer with scrilla, they be missin' me with the bomb breakin'
'Cause I
ninjitsu//
A taste of hell forcefed to gluttons starving for attention/
Misconstrued like post modern art until i pull that fucking weapon blaow//
*down by
Now it's so spooky spooky spooky Mr. Halloween
I’m like the boogie boogie man better watch for me
Okay let's go and get the funds I think its time
and Brooklyn from fighting
Telling me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill
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