Lyrics:
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
that thong like it's a bong
Hittin' my, at the altar
Doin' what I want to
When I want to catch a vibe
I'm just doin'
What I want to
You ain't going
An MC with bad habit's I am, I see
A mic and I grab it, so scary, ain't it?
I'm comin' raw with no corrections
Savin' all perfections for what I
Do with
Like it rough, nigga know how to grab me
Up & its stuck
Yeah I wanna fuck if I send you the addy
I aint gon play around
DG ima lay it down
Better grip
'm really poppin' (poppin')
How can I slip if I'm the one doin' the moppin'?
No forensics, no witness, no ballistics (no ballistics)
No attachment, but
Underground baby, real underground baby
I'm hidin' under the floor like Saddam
But I'm, doin' it because I love it
And I'm, underground baby
Real
I might be lazy, I ain't crazy, I love my baby, She loves me too
I kinda Like, just Doin' Nothing, Its Something that I do
I kinda Like,
Pete
No need to reminisce
You should remember this
Don't be mad at this
Oo La La to Big 'er Up
What the fuck ain't that a bitch
Drama we handle it
Niggas
back in June
If she ain't back by August I may sing a different tune
Got it on my mind to run away and ramble
Calculated gamble, I may never come
(Tony)
(Br brr)
(And we really out here to help these ninjas)
(How it go?)
Doin' what I can, helpin' you and ya mans huh (Ya mans)
Do what I can,
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby
It's deeper than the rap
Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I
Hey, Mama, know I ain't never tell you this before
But it really hurt me knowin' I'm runnin' you crazy
I wanna talk to you real quick
My momma told
about murder and thangs
I think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine
What goes on in the neighborhood
East coast, West coast, ain't shit turnin
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
revolving dog there ain't
Too much there to stop it
Shout at weezy alcwheezy know the
Path that im on when he seen me walkin I was
By myself in New Orleans
They be killin ya
Greedy executives dirty
I ain't feelin ya
Stayin strictly independent without a deal at all
Cause in the end I want to get it all
Yeah
Aye, you already know what it is potna
Fasho
Aye
Young Rez
JokerTooCold
We in here
Fasho
I be ackin' like I'm ackin'
And be doin' what I'm doin
to
Broke shit, I wasn't into, couldn't do it
Operation by any means make it outta the hood
Love to see my momma doin' good, uh
Love to see my niggas
[On the CB.]
Breaker, one-nine, this here's the Duck again. You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, negatory, Pig Pen, there ain't no way out 'cept
you came from nothing
I made it out, niggas say I got lucky, I'm doin' my thing, only God can judge me
Bitch wanna fuck but she know I ain't budging
soon as I felt it comin' on
I should quit, it's true that a drunk ain't shit
To the man up above, the whole thanks I give
I'll never drink again if
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