Lyrics:
knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself
sunshine cause you can touch the sky with baby
purses and shoes by Louie, Gucci all from the pretty face and ghetto booty what you want baby for me
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik)
I swear I love my city, I just want less (Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't
you want
Call me when you need
Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way
Call me when you want
Call me when you need
Call me out by your
I got
Yeah, this big Bun B the baby southern OG
I'm Pimp C's brother every body knows me
Comin' from that P.A.T, with Mr. V.I.C.
Young Mogul, ENT.
If you
laugh
If you want a t-shirt bruv just ask
If I see any more boy better garms
I'll put on my V for Vendetta mask then
Come to your shop and start wrapping
the dictionary
K'nek, you a fool for this one
All I do is S.T.I.G, S.T.I.G, S.T.I.G
S.T.I.G, S.T.I.G, S.T.I.G, S.T.I.G
All I do is S.T.I.G, S.T.I.G, S.T.I.G
standin' close to me
So cold, a ferocious G, niggas ain't as dope as me
Mind your fuckin' business, watch your mouth when you approachin' me
I fuck with hoes
face
and as far for feds, they gon have to get me at the top
when you see me, you betta ride if you got the drop
cuz i stay wit the magnum, the 3-5
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
face
and as far for feds, they gon have to get me at the top
when you see me, you betta ride if you got the drop
cuz i stay wit the magnum, the 3-5
own lane
Going off key
Spray one bar now you think you're a g
Remix flow you don't want it with the team
Breach gang fam whatcha mean whatcha mean
Not
sneaks
Whip yo teeth every time I speak
3 thou for the smile, nigga I'm a G
Better talk to me nice, nigga I'm a chief
You dealing with a boss, so I need PC
wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high
Reppin' NYC, til I D-IE (yea, yea)
Rappers testin’ me, they can rest in peace
(yea, yea)
You don't want the smoke, on this M-IC
(no, no) i go by
don't got enough
Fire to show me young Jugo
Y'all could call me five fire emoji
Put rappers in a pot
Come and check if it's boiling
You put him feet first
less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From
wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high
Chamillitary S U C mix hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
Chamillitary S U C mix
As if he would
You didn't send it?
Of course not
What's going on?
You dare to tell me
That this is not the letter you sent?
And what is it that
you say ray-ray-ray
Now spend all your money 'cause they pay-pay-pay
And if you're a G, you a G-G-G
My name is Kirsten, you can call me Kirstie
but in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts
{B.G.}
fuckin with me huh? you fuckin with the wrong one
that fire spit from my K have your
is gonna radiate
And nothing's equivalent
Nothin' can harm me
Why try to bar me
You couldn't come around
To rob with a army
You'll get wrecked by
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