Lyrics:
on the people who would kill just to be by you
And beware of those who appear to be dyin' to meet you
Let your therapy be The Bible and let yourself just be
don’t even gotta reload
Hit up my vato he be servin by the kilo
Drugs got me gone off a trip
I need my a lyft
I’m high then a bitch
Yeah I just move in
Faggot ass nigga get up off the ballsack
Slap a snitch a nigga
Have a bitch nigga
Askin how did i why did i do that
Beat a bitch nigga down and leave him
nigga my everything, need him for breathin'
Bitch jus' try me jus' give me a reason
Knockin' them heads off like open season
Whole damn time this nigga
Gawd dawn oh my
Cant waste time cause the days go by
Moma told me get it so I gon get mine
Hatin ass niggas tryna stop my shine tryna stop my grind
S550
Giddy up and get down all you niggas ain't do shit
One rap down round two chop it off like cool whip(whip)
Rowdy runnin rodeo can't ride
Fronting in two
shade, wanna take me out my Glo
Get up outta my way, Bishop knockin' down the Do'
If we got beef then its UP on the Flo'
Young Rich Nigga, man, I came up
wanna get a sneak peek
Got the Smith & Wesson out here teaching lessons, that bitch talking to 'em like it teach speech
Lettin' Glocks off, knockin
, I die by this shit
We always talk 'bout this shit
If I up the fire in this bitch, best believe someone gon' die in this bitch
Nigga gon' die in
of them niggas in the O, I'm gon' lash him, leave him bleedin', yeah
Carryin' a Glock at his top, knockin' off his dreads
I reach so high, she hit the cock,
you showin' up at my home
Knockin' down my door, steady blowin' up my phone
Baby, I got you, my Facebook is so saturated
With all your messages, girl,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pounds and dollars we gon' spend
We ain't knockin' at the door, we kickin' it in
Better take your sunglasses
get the message
Bruh these niggas got me fucked ova
Tryna break a nigga
Mask on fuck it mask off dirty face a nigga
Stop the flaggin you and every
drink an E-40 I drink a Maxine Water
And take a D-Shot
And this is done by choice, not by force
I didn't wanna burn her
It was either right or left, I
and kick doors
He don't wanna get rich, he wanna show you what his fit for
I know why these niggas pissed off
'Cause my kicks twelve hundred smelling like
Fuck that, before rap had to flip cocaine
Knockin' EMPD (nigga it's yo' thang)
Had the fisherman hat, with the 40 bottle twistin' the cap
Outside all
Fuck that, before rap had to flip cocaine
Knockin' EMPD (nigga it's yo' thang)
Had the fisherman hat, with the 40 bottle twistin' the cap
Outside all
said boy she surely sleepin wit a lot of different niggas
In position as he coach this, doin the mood by the 'proach this
And when the bitch she clean
trunk
Everytime I walk by
I walk by
Listen up this another story bout a nigga from the East side of the city
That raised inside the village
Imma share my
down
Don't tell em' the truth
It's the Livewire calico packa
I'm with The Jacka ruegar on my hip
Plus I'm off a couple smackers
Knock a nigga down like
funny
By any means necessary I must make my money
If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
In this world
steady knockin' these opps' top right off
I'm runnin' through the list
I'm in Orlando, treat the BNB like a bando, ain't a bit
I tell Moeezy I ain't
the cheek
I'm leavin crab niggaz, layin in the street
I won't 'fess, walk around with a vest
Knockin niggaz off, cause I could care less
You
feelin
The way this here 808 knockin' got me wantin' to
Get all of this stress off my noggin
Gotta just do it you'd thought my name Nike
A prophet that's
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