Lyrics:
I can’t be your savior I’m running out of favors
Yall wasting time on these hoes I just don’t got the patience
If you wanna shake sum I’ll send you
Mob ties get a nigga lynched cooling in a cullanen might get a nigga hit can’t discuss no money witchu nigga cause you snitch overload my bank with
remind her of Nascars, Im call the plays baby brat far,
We in deep, had swim far
He get the load drop off by the bundle
Toating heaters in the middle
Go, play that tinker bell
Fly, with your wings, up from hell
Be the fucking elf,
Mock'em in silence, they can't fucking tell
Low, but analogously
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
to be goodie two-shoes, returned evil!
I'm settin' war off, tell your Senator
No retreat, no surrender
Yo, yo, and let me take this time to say
friends say
This my worst song
Ok, play it on my best day
Niggas hella brazy
I'm just glad that these meds came,
Niggas locked up
They just worried what
dealing with a night stick choker
The ice pick poker, trust you ain't like this joker
And the set devoted to opening your neck
With the Tech, as you sit
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
worth
You don't take your pride with you up in the hearse
So this is gon hurt
Play me with fugazi, smoking like purp
Bamboo in the paper
I smoke, see you
got it on my hip
Last gang that tried to play wit us we made 'em move up out this bitch
3 bloods done pressed your whole set you niggas never popped us
shit gone play
But you can be the bitch and go the other fuckin way
You gotta respect us
We got guns and we got a whole plethra
And I betcha
Every
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
a eye
We die you die
You know we play by the same rules
Look check this out
I'm tied tight with my hittas
Y'all like to aim loose
They shooting everywhere
I'm jus tryna make a lil money for shoes
Don't gotta hit licks to come up on the loot
Play yo cards right or get blown Like a flute
I have to
It's not silent my word is open on the street
100 thousand for your head I want it by next week
Billups known up on the street I'm Mr. 711
fuckin' mouth, yours is on the dresser at the crib
And if we march, then let's mob to where he lives
Bandanas on our fuckin' faces, peace to Freddie Gibbs
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
When the heat rose he came
Chaos precedes his name
By the pale moon his light guides
And by madness divides
Your world transported between veils
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
drinkin' mob mend(mob mend)
And plus a thug niggaz thugged out niggaz ready to play hard
Pullin' your J-car still ridaz like Jay-are
Ready to bust like
be the nice guy, drugs got me thinkin' wrong
Play with mine, we blinkin' out, we sprayin' up the
'Face, haha, Face, Face Mob, nigga
You know what
lunch
And I could eat a man too if he got a butt
Progressive, I insure that you will nut
I play the anus like it was a flute
Lick it like a dog that ain't
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