Lyrics:
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
poison orange so close to midnight More like one o'clock
Why go nuclear if already poisoned crops
The radiation poisons flocks poisonous reactors
Alone in
(Buh buh buh buh bip)
Along with Fresh
[Raps]
If you's a gangsta homey bop ya head, let 'em hang
I see ya shake it shawty, gon girl, do ya thang
pop-popped
Yeah
Young Money, bitch, and if you niggas wanna do it
We chop-chop, and leave your back on the block
We pop cops, and ain't no rats on my
(JD On Tha Track)
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend
Ya want to holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole
Ya want to holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
cutest new kid should've seen my face
Brown boy and I'm sittin good with the high fade
On the track flashin like its pics I'm straight snappin
No cappin in
this cake dawg
Give niggas a break, nah, you know how the game go
Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no)
I'm out here to grind mo',
this cake dawg
Give niggas a break, nah, you know how the game go
Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no)
I'm out here to grind mo',
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had a bunch
How fast is this movin
Better then them niggas that’s all i’m proving
If you not getting money what the fuck is you doing
And nowadays peoples kids
the mash then Tai Omi
Ay Wung Sun a likkle bit
So don't fuck around, with Junior
If you never knew
This is Aftershock's new shooter
Sorry, Aftershock's new
And you left, homie yeah that's bad news
But I don't, I don't know where to go
I don't know know who my kin
Got tattoos all on my skin
I don't know where
no stoppin' us, the suckas wishin' we would go away
so they can flood the game with that garbage
I'm poppin 'em, stoppin 'em, any day they wanna get
I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up the volume when you speak
'Cause if my heart can't stop it
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code
Watch the stroll, little Ace
A soldier that was born to roll
I love God and you know I got
Stay tuned new kids on the block
Make room, Hip Hop 'bout to turn a new leaf
And I stopped tryna hope things change
It made way more sense if I
you shot like you Bambi's mother
If you want peace without justice, you probably can't be trusted
Scheming like some demons or calling Birdman
How
Sock'Em robot, kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut throats
you so clueless
It's mind over matter, lemme get some brain from you bitch
It feels like we drifting away on some new slicks
Yuh yuh, lemme break it
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
Girl Nicolette, don't like lame cats
Tell me what you think about that, let's go
[Chorus]
Love that you made money, really don't matter
If I see
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