Lyrics:
subscribers up then I'll do part two
Smash or pass on yats
But anyway, they say the 44 can't jam
So I think I'll smash
And I'll smash the 12 gauge
Even though
who came
I'm off the hook like 27th street between 11th and 12th
All by myself
[Chorus]
Ah-yo, you think you holdin' it down, don't get gassed
drums that be holding a honey
I got funds that be busting a tummy
Flippin
47 for the mission
Keep the 9 for concealment
12 gauge when I'm shitting
I can't
coming
Gonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother (my mama!)
Hundred dead bitches, (Lord) hundred black coffins (why?)
12 gauge, shotgun, chest
by funk
Mothafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from
thralls
Ain't no seeing the decayed in the best way
Upper chest vein undertaker dressed in mess rain
Feeling crazed player with a 12 gauge spraying
shoot you with the deer
12 guage right into your legs
Ima make you crawl right out of this place
Ima do something dirty tonight
If I see a hick I'm bout'
keep it moving till then
Lets keep it moving
To higher heights
Improving by day and by night
I cant lose it
Stay focused no hype
Therapeutic kind
to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act
to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act
to keep
Especially this day and age
Gotta handle shit our own way
With a 30/30 horse 12 gauge
Behind this door your hell awaits
My old lady, she
and you got your pride
You ride till there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
He was "Shady", I seen by the look on his
Sometimes I've forgotten who I am
The artist or the fan well I'm hot by popular demand
Hey mic check 1-2 1-2
Hey mic check 1-2 1-2
Hey you may have felt like
like a jihad
See me, slippin' in the streets, never be I
I creep, stay low, and never cease fire
I keep extra gats for extra cats
Yes it's the Mac
Tallahassee
Under pressure niggas turning faggy
12 gauge when I slide why you lookin at me
Niggas don't know what I been through
I told that lil bitch she can
forgotten
Dirty niggas from the block
Rotten
Leaving niggas rotten
It's a mutha fucka plottin
Uh huh
We keep it poppin like pussy in the south
Disrespect
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah yeah
Oh-ooh
Yeah
Baby, player
Bro promised to stay down
Say that you love me, girl keep it 100 and I keep it movin'
I'm
living legend getting better by the second
Real rap is underrated I'm just here to represent it
I got the brain to lead a nation I can run for the senate
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
gettin' cash
My roof in the trunk, joint full of skunk
My speakers blast like they from 12 gauge pump
Nigga your crew on the stump, ain't got a bag in
Cause the cops'll never catch me
The engine's a W12
Or I'm in a dippin' the red lights
Hood's dented up and it's
Missing a headlight
Cause they play for
Yow Delly (eeeh)
Ah bare riffle dem dong a get kick wid
(long time)
Worse mi go get ah new ting from liquid (wha)
Mi have a 12 gauge wey name chesta
That hype crazy
Its Push, Man
You already
Dont believe the hype
He aint really nice
He far from that
So far from that
He aint close to that
No he
black why
Cause all ya'll whack
Keep talking get all yall cracked
Get on some mob shit and
Get all ya'll whacked in that six by nine
It be too cold fuck
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