Lyrics:
my posse and the suckers started backin'
Tried to say we cheat, because he got beat
Another lightweight sucker that can handle defeat
People wonder
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
first time
In the killing fields?
We're not trying to reinvent the wheel"
You gon' get this work look alive!
Like botched drug deal team building exercise
that was planted through perseverance
Soaking up game, y'all was playing and didn't wanna hear it
We eating and shopping different, investing in our
my crew got to have it
And after they dog it, I autograph it
The SYNDICATE don't lecture
We move in a group, seduce and capture
And if the posse
Am I the only one left that's real uh not tryna blow up like im kamikaze
If you at the table then you in the posse
Please don't double cross me thats
the profit in advance
Back by popular demand (popular demand)
Niggas plotting on on my mans
We gon' drop 'em where he stand (we gon' drop 'em where he
Knock knock, guess who's coming to dinner?
Fred, Mr. Eazi, Major Lazer in a Beamer
Oh my God, I've never seen a bottom like this
See the way she
bur )
Bitch my lifestyle so major
Bitch my lifestyle so major
I really ran thru a hundred
All dat shit dat dey talkin that’s on god we dun dun it
carats you can see it through the bezel
Throw my F down then Tec-9 to the temple
Pretty lil bitch she get wet when we wrestle Red Dirt gon hop in that wet
Rocking the pants with a flood
Boy you a pud and your posse a dud
Better respect what i done in the name of the father, the name of the son
Only wanna
cattin'
My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do
And we got more rhymes than your damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted
cattin'
My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do
And we got more rhymes than your damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted
up, baby
Promote this bitch, baby, I need that lil' money, please
It's goin' down, in stores now, we got Lil Wyte, "Phinally Phamous"
Go get that
pieces
One hundred and fifty karats
We the mafia, cut that check
This just the politics, dawg, Brisco next
Money
Fuck all you haters, we gon do it major
a case"
We 'bout to buy the bar, nigga fuck a case
Spraying champagne in her fucking face
She like, "Flock, you got expensive taste" (Flocka)
It came
(Intro)
[Major LOW] Major LOW
[Claymore] Claymore
Let's go
(Verse 1: Major L.O.W)
We still sing in them fields on the frontlines
Better head for
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Turn up the audio
I need some bitches on me doing body rolls
I'll turn good girl into a naughty hoe
If you got thotties don't come near my posse bro
other rappers that get stuck in a time phase
Chorus - Wanted for ???, major operations, distribution (G. Rap is down
with a mafioso posse) Wanted
shambles
Your posse even get my brawl when your posse appear
Your posse'll become the posse up there
I'm outlining all of they bodies in chalk, setting
Certified Wise in the house tonight
(Certified Wise!)
Oi, When I say Certified you say Wise we say
Certified! (Wise!)
Certified! (Wise!)
The Certified have
TV's
Had the ride packed up 'til we heard "freeze"
Fuckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights
Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
4 in the morning, lights in my
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