Lyrics:
I'll die by myself
I'm a whole Gang by myself
Thirty niggas in my head
Thirty rounds I'll buss your head
I gang bang by myself
All these pussy niggas
again
I don't be sittin' 'round thinkin' what I could've been
I'ma do it now, I told mama I'ma do her proud
I do what I want, you niggas do what you
up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts
Cuz I'm getting money, I'm getting by,
They can't take it from me, so they wish I die,
I roll like a Piranha do,
Flow like a animal,
Kay back wit da Mac
I don't wanna kuff her
I swear I don't trust her I think she might cheat
Dis one luh bihh gangsta but dis luh bihh stay by da ops
I be risking my
smoothies sittin by the ocean
Top down cruising bumpin music and we coastin
Whole gang with me and we sitting here posted
99 baby I be going through
smoothies sittin by the ocean
Top down cruising bumpin music and we coastin
Whole gang with me and we sitting here posted
99 baby I be going through
and Lamborghini
No pretty boys by our side
Westside nigga, till we die And all my niggas, we are still alive
Nongolosh nigga, with pride
All I wanted for my
Mac sauce
On The Run Tour, with my mask off
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin'
when the mac spit your top got split
Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss
Is
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
everybody was sittin' there not callin' my phone
Yeah, hope you really listen to this shit, man I'm rappin' by my life
Everything that I've been through, man,
the world how to be fly, yes
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
If you want to act Hollywood, fine; but, shorty, let's do it
When we sittin' on the hills like
filed, makeup made
We can shock South Beach, shake up Dade
In a drop top Phantom with the Drakov blades
I'm a stop by the barber, you can hit the shops
useless
Man up 'cause these people ruthless
Hoes down, then he starts clueless
Lobster Mac, I'm up at Ruth Chris
From my tone, you peep the smoothness
In
point cuz i've ran out of drugs
You know i'm sick of all the fake thugs (yeah)
Sippin on boones, blowing up like balloons
Baffled by the broke buffoons
mama know how I could get down
But, know I ain't leavin' this journey, I'm on
I ain't never confessin', but I got missionaries sittin' inside my home
the pin house
Couple months later
Now I'm sittin in the penthouse
Bitches fuckin' everywhere
You thinkin' it's a pimp house
Engineer lookin'
When that boy
company
One on top and the other one up under me
But I still treat them hoes like the letter “B”
You know I be sittin back
Blowin on them zig zags
Poppin
Forty for this AP, I did it for the culture
Twenty in my cup holder, sittin' in a Rover
Sixty for the rose gold presi'
Like my nigga Soda
Growin' up was
on the team
Lie to the world
But you ain't gotta lie to me
Top off jus like her celine
Im so Thankful for me for me for me
4lifers never gon change on the team
[mr. pookie]
Pullin' up at tha club in a 67 'lac
Wit tha champagne color, drop top, blowin on a sack
We were rollin like some macs, peepin all foes
I
the victims that got shot by the police
Surrounded by riches, on top of loss budget, wealth
Gun violence's effecting our nation and our public, health
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