Lyrics:
mm, yeah
Bitch I'm high than a bitch, you can tell by the odor
Hit his face like a floater, get seven like Odom
Bitch, I'm ready to shoot cause I don't
I'll never switch up, I need to stay true
If you run up on me pussy what you tryna do
I'll up the Smith & Wesson
Yeah you know I'll never lose
Got
bro, drop him like he dame-dash
I never tote a Smith and Wesson cause the handle ass
He ain't get no get back, but he lit a candle fast
If he play me
like the prince he tote a hot smith
Always getting rowdy in the spot he hate he not rich
Left on two occasions
One to give the life up in the hood but
Na na I'm smokin' that shit
Na na Aye Sylvy turn me up in the headphones, I'm really feeling' this one
I been by myself in the jungle
Young Tae nigga
I'm a 6'2 sixth man, maybe I'm a shit can
Lou Williams, he don't got shit on me
Bitch I'm dunking from the 3
Popping shit, CP3
Popovic I kicked the cup
aCCENT)
"One of you two's gonna have to
Step up to the plate and
Be a dad to this kid anyone can
Be a sperm donor but it
Takes a real man to be a dad"
I’d
yea (shhhh)
And
Self invested, can't touch me I'm well protected
Cus I'm keeping on me 2 right hands
That smith and Wesson (bow bow)
Lotta trouble
Gotta count it fast never come in last
Yea she throw back now it's in the past
Drew fuck them bitches by the 2s
Wait naw by the groups
Head better in
fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin', last night
Two kids shot while
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
the love, ain't worried
Bout what a title say
Never played by the books
Don't tell me what the Bible say
But it's a guide to survival
That tells you how
Pocket watching try me n**** best believe i'll kill you all
They might just try to kill me
So I'm thugging by myself
Blicky, that's wit me, smith
don't loan mines, homeboy; that's correct (that's correct).
What accurate? Yo mind or Corona numbaz (Corona numbaz)?
Been on green, like Mrs. Smith's
Someone to chill with, Keep it real with
Tell me when I'm not fresh and on my nephew of Uncle Phil shit
Steel pride, like I was forged by a will smith
Did
Yea
This that psychedelic liberation army shit
We buyin' berettas, smith n wesson's and startin' businesses
When government chedda can't solve
of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge
We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we
counterfeit, them 30's go for Twenty
In my city, got a whole script
Zooming through the reds with your bitch, she like, oh shit
Chapo by my side he ah bark , so
a minute
Don't compare me to them other niggas
Desert Eagle, Smith & Wesson
I'm about to go to war, gon' pledge allegiance
Where the real friends at when
[Chorus: x2]
Do that there
How ya how ya how ya how ya how ya
Do that there
How ya do that [Repeat: x4]
And they be like
How ya do that
How ya
Mike Tyson fought Ali in his prime?
What if Will Smith got gangsta, and start cursin' rhymes?
What if Erick never met Parrish?
Think they'd be makin'
living by the book
We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy
Never do dirt in our own land
That shit's forbidden, G
Hoxha singing from the top
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
James Todd Smith and nine years old
When Sugarhill was in control
I'm listenin'
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