Lyrics:
'm spittin' facts
Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back
Be black gon back, I got pistols on deck
They gave 'cause seven flat, how many
'm like a string, and people pull it
Living my life to the fullest
Shoot my shot, no bullet (Yuh, ay)
Me and Sylogra back in this bitch
I pull up on them,
yo momma house up
Make you move out like I'm moving in
300 hunnid back out, shoot 3 round burst
That's my newest friend
I'm in a brand new Coupe it
back then now you around you seen my come up
Niggas itching to get near us
I'm like Giannis I like green bucks
Spin again them niggas pussy cause they
and ain't getting no change back
Saber tooth, coldest cat
She rode the dick, I wrote a rap
My lips black, I look like Eazy-E (Soulo!)
Snapback to the back
and ain't getting no change back
Saber tooth, coldest cat
She rode the dick, I wrote a rap
My lips black, I look like Eazy-E (Soulo!)
Snapback to the back
dick like a slurpie
Breaking her back I while I boot off the Perky
She On dick like E is you serious?
Dead heat bih stop acting desirous
Started up cause
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
He shoot just like curry wit
Touch my first racks, and I caught lead
Told brother babe I got the keys
Hit my phone, I got what you need
Pounds
renaissance everything I touch, Remy
If I put my hands up they still shoot
If I shoot back they calling in all the troops
Sabertooth Valley is not a place for
back in his N.W.A. days
Niggas spray strays and shoot without looking
Niggas walk by and blast without leaving a footprint
I think the attitudes are
Said He coming back on the way now
I don't when, any day now
Better leave the toys on the playground
You still think it's yours you can take
Up, up
Oh a nigga wanna shoot at my set and miss me and then think it's all
Fuckin good, huh nigga what huh, which one of ya'll niggas huh, what
[Master P]
care about Q, baby call me "Whoop"
Don`t give em no clue, I’ll put them back in line if they act a crooked queue
Mama Didn`t raise me I was raised by my
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
When I say itchy citchy
N****s get b****y b****y cause they heard of ah
Natural born murderer
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in
Busy tryna put my city back on/
I been on the grind so the cash long/
Gotta take a trip soon, I aint see my cousin in a minute/
Every call I remind em
the two
But I still can shoot
I like how Ulysses pink
I love how Benjis blue
Pocket full walk round with
A lean lean lean lean on me
This button on back
and shoot it out wit twelve when they come bitch
I live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low
on site aint no need for no discussion
We bussin
You ain't really bout that life
My nigga you bluffin
We bussin
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Just cause
can see us now
In the VA texting May
By June July I'll be back straight
When promises take too long
Are you sure you can bare the weight
While they all
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
I'ma let them hate,think what they want
I'm so focused now I'm back in the zone
I'ma double down, betting on me
And I don't give a fuck what they believe
pass
Im tryna shit on everybody make em all mad
I left the hood i made a promise I'm never going back
I love this rap give you my heart on each
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