Lyrics:
fuck it several
Fucking bitches by the several
Chains on a N***as shinning
Pedal to to the metal
Diamonds on me bezeled
Fuck ex it's settled
Game
out my way
Better get down when those boys put those guns up
I risk my life it's all part of the game
They used to think that i end up a fuck up
I tried
Hoping that gun don't jam
Them niggas not my friends
Them niggas fake pretend
Lowkey was out to get me
I knew them vibes was silly
I split that pound 50
shine I'm the one
On the east I'm in tuned see revolution
Celebrate give me Rose's I wont die by the gun
Celebrate give me Rose's been tough on the lung
waistin' mine?
I value every second
Every penny, nickel, dime n time is money
So thfuck up out my presence if you ain't got nutn fuh me
I work hard for what
screaming (Oh Yea)
Had to get right Do the dirt by myself
I only get me and nobody else (No Telling)
I had to finesse running off with the pack
The plug
But Bailey he's moving all crazy
He pulls out a gun and aims it straight at the whip
Ayy Shiro you don't really know me, but trust me doe I know you
Semi's
Automatics N Shotguns Galoore
If U Fuck Wit Me Make Sure Your Ready
N Prepare For War
I Got A Hard Life 50 And A Gun Big As Biggy
Some Old Heads
and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
meetins
Tryina make me obsolete n'
Please, mufucka, I was born by the soil to
Scorn your plastic Fords formed by your oil
Let's rise
Against them, I could
lowkey
So discrete like you don't know me
I got ghost
And wrote my story then I
Rose
To get the glory
I'ma get it don't you worry
For my brodies, wit my
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
gold
Got it decorated all over my household
N hate me so much, I can see all the envy
Hypnotized by that rose gold on the wheels of my Bentley
N don't
Uh, I wear the gun like a gurtle
Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle
Shit, these niggas ain't satisfied until they get murdered u heard
Basil Brush
You'll blaspheme in shock at my nine millimetre
Arms out - "Jesus!" - Christ the redeemer
By day or by night, my gun totes a raw power
Call
bom ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
The other guys are pretty tough
So those other gats over there better not get tough
I get around
Get around round
Butter 'n toast mama. Get
around to the little old boy, say What you want? He say, bu-bu-bu-
bu-bu-bu... she say Lord, have mercy, that's what mama said
so shiny, look'n like a wet gator
He dat player, on dat lean, gun black like Darth Vader
He got his hands ta da sky, but it ain't fo Adonai
Set
was sent out to get me
I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's Black
But Steele I'm on point, ready to Buck, ain't nothin' sweet, Jack
was sent out to get me
I'm tore up from the floor up and everythings Black
But Steele I'm on point, ready to Buck, ain't nothin' sweet, Jack
you come just bring your guns witcha
If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some
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