Lyrics:
business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
What I want everybody to do right now
Is blow your motherfuckin horns
Louder, louder!
Yo, if you want that shit (that shit)
That hardcore rough
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy
I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('less them hoes finna pay me)
Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't
shit that get your spot knocked by killer cops
Tryin' to get your shit rocked, he don't know, 'cause all along
We was plottin' to drop on the low, he
this rap s**t yeah
Ill forever love this, yeah
(This s**t forever dawg)
Uh Im motivated by any means
I aint tellin no lies, Im tryin to live the dream
Days go by, I'm still living
Living with those wounds
What if I stop believing
What if I give up
I am trapped, I can't breathe now
Can you help me
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yes
Yes, gang, gang, gang, gang
The shit too easy
Too much smoke, bro
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
van
Fecal matter sold by the gram
On the block moving poop brownies
51 Counts on my bounty
Diarrhea water bottle
Hippo shit yeah I gobble
She shit in my
I'll make you attached
You gon' need me at like five in the mornin'
You gon' need me when you feelin' kinda horny, ayy
We got that back and forth shit
so ill
I just wanna take you girls home
Make a nasty song and put this shit online
We could do it like dinner plate
Have a house party, all night long
won't do that, you see
So I'll fight for every other victim
I guess just not Mom and Dad
Wait a minute, wait, what? Alright wait, change this whole shit
bitch could last
Ready for war, act like I ain't done this shit before
Practice on me next week, I'll be wanting more
Best believe you ain't gonna
hoes so it's alright
And I'll do it all again in another life
It's a repeat of the same old shit
The same old song on the same old tip
Wit' niggas
my hair cut or give a fuck how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side, livin' the cruddy life
Shit like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
with a friend and I'm wantin' her too
And I'm taking these bitches by groups in a room
And I put that shit on, just like a costume
My flow its sped
need electricity
Some shit's 'bout to go down
I'll be the one with the level head
The world can end now
Baby, we'll be livin' in The Walkin' Dead
cannot refine
And Indy Heat Records is beyond its time
So dope; its so cold like cryogenics
Im getting better by the second
By the end of this verse Ill be
the fact that numbers do lie
Im not worried
Ill catch seven zeroes in due time
Y'all been talking shit
I been making hits
I don't fuck with them
They aint
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
I'm writin' scriptures but they'll never quote it
I'll always tuckin' for any nigga who say he want it
The bell is buzzing loud got the Family repeating this shit
(Repeating this shit)
Swing by come taste this (Come taste this)
I'm sure it's gon' revive your
money and I'll leave ya with ya chain (this shit aint real gold nigga)
(Gimme the real shit)
(Gimme all your shit nigga)
(Ah shit)
(Marshall you gotta
know?
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from
When I get bored and feel like I don't have a reason to live
I like to go outdoors and show my penis to kids
I do what I want I don't give a shit how
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