Lyrics:
to stop playin pretend
What do you want, what do you need
I’m bringing this conversation to an end
And some y’all niggas the same
So listen, I ain’t got
on y'all
Shit can get ugly like them outfits made by Boff on y'all
Ugh
Yeah, remember that shit, I'm really that slick
Cold blooded and rock solid, I'm
ku roam me ni wa 64 damu
Marapper wakidai smoke me hukuja na gas fire
Ma judges hukutetea ndio laini saba isikae ugly
I rep what I believe so, I
lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin'
I'll fuck around and, kill ya!
So now that you set you ready, YO!
If this shit get silly I'm lettin' it
fat like obese
It's hard to be so lowkey
Niggas acting like they know me
Fuck around and be the police
Trust no nigga nor a bitch
Nigga, I'm so OG like
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
And I'm full black with no Jamaican but I still say what up to the rastas
Eat Italian food all day but still can't fuck with no imposters
Boy you niggas
shit go stay ugly (oke)
Bitch, so bring home the drama (yeah)
Shit how petty niggas cross, I gotsta sleep with the armor (uh)
It's a king thing, what
so enticing
Putting on my chains so fast niggas think I’m django
The Nigga 3x TriniBiGGz off that tree hoe
Swimming in that gushi she a cancer what ya
yeah)
And before a record label, shit, I wanted coke
I'm talkin' L.A. Reid, the biggest babyface
This for my niggas in the prisons sippin' Gatorade
I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that
Learned to put God first
Demons move better
When you upgrade yourself
Well I'm a steel solid solider
In the army of the lord
Living by the pen
But not
nigga Wiz
Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is?
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin' Cristy
Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica van, uh
We stay
Look at me now
I’m in the zone my nigga
Bout my dough my nigga
If not why the fuck you on the phone my nigga
Bitch, what the fuck you want
You ain’t even
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
don’t give a fuck bout u bitches I kno what’s up wit u bitches I am no dummy
Laughin haha I swear shyt funny
Hatin ugh that shyt so ugly
Niggas wanna rob
that is
Look, that nigga got his off the curb
That is so how the fuck is niggas
So concerned with his?
I be baffled by the fact
When niggas burn their
'em is the bone
Blowin' up a niggas phone but ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone tryin' to do things
Let's turn this into a crew thing
What's up,
'em is the bone
Blowin' up a niggas phone but ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone tryin' to do things
Let's turn this into a crew thing
What's up,
whore it
Brand new Glock, I adore it, have a nigga runnin' like Forrest
V.I.P., I'm very important, in the hood I ain't never no tourist
Got the drop
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