Lyrics:
ass (woo)
Turn that shit off and move your ass (uh)
Get my money, bitch, make it fast
Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all
que voa
Pique, eu sou caro, então não me compare-pare
Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all means, we into that
Front,
[Mannie]
Wha wha wha nigga nigga
I put piss stains on private planes cause its my jet nigga
Money ain't shit cause my rottweilers drink moet
as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
In the background that I heard him talking
Black and brown let the rottweiler loose
Drank by myself this is my shot of goose
Watch out don’t cock it
on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
Behind the black gate.
Rottweilers and pit bulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's
the old days when we would sleep at Grammy's (Forreal)
Now I gotta give up racks to Uncle Sammy
I give it my all 'cause I don't got no plan B
How come you
of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get
told him if you're scared, go get a dog
So by tomorrow
You'll prolly see twenty rappers
Walking with Rottweilers
Your gimmick is primitive and impotent
Godfather flow
Glock by the flo
Prada by the toe
Socks gotta go
Mirror mirror on a the wall
I spot a goat
Cashmere Don
You can tell by the coat
I don't know why the sky is blue
I don't know why I write these tunes
But with a vibe like this
I'm a climb these cliffs
So I'll be there for you
[Verse 1:]
We be the live ones
You don't want to try son
Cause the rhyme come
Like a nine gun
You can die young
Hide lungs
Til the seventh sign come
Rottweiler spoil the spot sellers
Guns and Glocks for the niggas who got props
Off top, jail niggas get mad bigger
And, yo, mail a guy about a hundred
boutta catch no L
Aint nobody gon send me packing
Imma get mine this time think im lying
Just look you could watch this happen
Kinda look like i m,ight be
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
at the top
(Top) , party at my spot (Spot)
Rottweilers out
(Ah) , gotta secure the lot (Lot)
Fake niggas out
(Bah) , bring the burners out (Bah)
And it's word
still fans, will be air conditioners
Why golly gee, I'm the hypest
The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous
In other words, by
me, there must be a better way
On a better day
Me and my Rottweiler goin' on a drive today
Off-white cah I'm feelin' the vibe today
In Tom Ford cah
off vultures!
The trolley's full
Of goodies for the kids
So ratatata Big Macka is back and I'm loadin of the dip
What up c*nt?
Are you still with us
Viewer discretion advised, vivid images live screaming!
I shed tears by the river
By the river
From all the pain that I done felt
And I can't help with
you to complex it all can be simple I Shoot my shot it’s coming like a missle I hit it once and I bet I won miss her
Yea you thought you had the game
be dead?
Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils
Two Gallants, hitting if we got to
Busting at y'all niggas daily
Wall to wall,
be dead?
Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils
Two Gallants, hitting if we got to
Busting at y'all niggas daily
Wall to wall,
I used to be hunted hunted by the Pack
Any time any reason anywhere they would confront me
So I would turn my back
So they would taunt and tease
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