Lyrics:
Yo yo, you heard what happened to that dude yo
(You don't want to wind up, with your head tied up)
The nigga got his head blown the fuck out
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Vee]
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's
Spark come out of the switch, 4th of July (frrt)
Diamonds sluggin', I'm back to my old ways (ayy)
Tinted Phantom gettin' chauffeured by Jose (skrrt)
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
the field with some green bae and we pistol packing
Have my nigga box you up for thinking i'm the one you jackin
Seventy four I rep the hood i'm from
Can I get you something?
'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' bone! Jackin' me up, tight me!
I'm sorry, I don't understand
Cutty say 'e can't hang!
wit my dawg, he got a 4, and it might spark
Money machine, I'm on the beat, I'm living large
Limousine nigga
Shorty food for the night, yeah she cuisine
[Chorus: x 4 ]
I can't stop
I really don't care about those other carbon copies
Don't stop Bobby, don't stop
Yo, I'm the microphone champion
by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga,
it in the kitchen
And you them chinese chefs they always be bitchin'
Screamin' n' yellin', tryin' to play me like I'm dumb
Shut yo ass up and keep
a nigga's head
Leave him bloody red
Fighting 4 his life as they rush him 2 the meds
This is what happens when you get caught up in the mix
All that jaw jackin
Come up to the turf and Imma beat a motherfucker's ass
Spit like sucker Sylvester y'all suffering succotash
Hotter than the sun don't need to give
or da worse
Raised by streets but Sylvia had gave me birth
Gotta see my name in lights b4 they put it on a shirt
Gotta pull up Bentley truck b4 I go out
Aye
Ima beat the block when I see the cops
Ant tryna catch no, felony, low-key ya
Ima beat the block when I see the cops
Shit Keys OverSeas 4 multiple
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt-skrrt)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt)
QC murder ain't no Gotti (QC)
Shh, don't tell nobody (ayy)
We ain't tryna rob, that's just
the chamber for them fools that play you close
Them Sick Wid' It niggas keep makin the beat 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at
Push
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
shine
Figaro on the low, let thеse niggas know
Boss Dogg, boss paw, just to let 'em know
When I came through the door
I bang with the four
Motherfucker,
Rolls Royce gotta skirt
Rubberband benjis' we gonna call up yo Gotti
She coming over and she lookin like she can do palettes
(She say she bad so I go
by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga,
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