Lyrics:
Hit the booth don't need a blunt to do the damage
Till i make a hunnid million man i can't manage
Aways level up we ain't average
Ten toes always keep
phone told me to slide
Gotta bad bitch gon see her tonight
I got your shawty on facetime
Now they all by my side
Ima run em down yea, Ima shoot em with
money every time it beats
Mans on me oh please, I invented beef
Everyone wanna talk bad till they go get got by a rented jeep
Chorus X2
Friday mans
Don’t see no court
Don’t play no sports
Never been a dork
I eat soup with forks
I hit the gas you hear them horses
Gave her the wood don’t live in
see he was there
By the time I realized, bullets was hittin the air
Just then my nigga whole neck got hit
Saw he dropped and I knew we was in some
hard and pushin weight by the sound
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
Lo
hard and pushin weight by the sound
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
Lo
and the darkness
It's not too late, there's got to be a way
For me to escape all this nonsense
I've got to get away [x5]
They try and run my life
But that's
tell by the court cases
That the system's racist, face it
This is surely not our birth places
Though we run bases
And races we were brought here
By
gave
Him our first bricks
We did ten thousand by the first trip
Shit I’m on ace right now I still got
A cousin in one "O" eight right Now nigga
In
is run her mouth, tell that bitch to suck a dick
I was born a superstar, so I put one on my fist
I just smash, I don't kiss (nah)
Hit the gas, I'm
mean to be hard but that’s life
God, if we drive by in the
Night with the lights off you got no hope
Kick rocks or get shell-shocked
We unload, hit
Yeah I like how it starts, I fuck with that shit
I'm stuck in my ways
Tolerance high smoke a couple of jays
Runnin this shit like I run from
to fuck over my gang you better run
You can't fuck with my switches, 100 round drum
If you take my money know it's time to stretch sum
FN want you U in
lame they jus' live for the hype
I got snaked by my dawg'nem for a price
They the type to talk tall 'lotta bark and no bite
They'll roll on the gang but
when she called me, I hit the ho later
Yeah, my hitters, they run up my side, shit, just like a pager
Yeah, they hate, you know I'm on my grind, goin'
Hit your block like a comet- blah! And
You all know what time it is
2012, mark your calendars
Calisthenics and silencers
Exercisin' that trigger strap,
later, it's an eye for an eye (for a eye)
These niggas hatin' so hard, I know why (I know why)
Hop in the drop, hit the gas and go outta control
a case
My nigga just got ten in a for real way
And them bitches know who I am 'cause what my grill say
So meet me at the spot and we can run it face
you was gonna slide, you gon' run a muck, NIGGA
I'ma make you feel like you got hit by a truck, NIGGA
I pluck herbs like birds, then I brainwash em
Try to stop me -- ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The suckers try to win, let the games begin
Meet me, Ant Banks, Kenny Wayne and the mac-10's
We were
wasn't due till ten
But they they just might run a special if they knew that dad was comin' in
The mighty scream of the 9:15 tore through the winter night
(Never, never, never, never)
Played out the ARP, this a M16
Got the pint at ten, drank it all by 10:16
That's a line a minute
When cuddy step into that
(Hook)
Easily Executed X4
(Verse 1)
Cracking niggas jaws, running hoes into walls
Punks begging for they lives, mothafucka I don't pause
When I
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