Lyrics:
Tried to make me run around, and so I hit em wit a eYUH
Don't you know me all I do is, make that slush up on it, Slush
Back up off me, or I'll go into
Niggas be so tender on the gang they be on hoe shit
Why you taking pictures wit that stick and you won't blow shit
Why you taking pictures wit that
bullshit
Been through the tough you can feel in my music
Cash in my pock, feels I'm never gun lose it
Been wit my block, but my town bout to lose me
Got
clown
Throw shit nd hide behind a glass house
See me wit bitches you want lash out
Same bitch post pictures wit her ass out
Grimey
Ignoring all my
Listen to that!
Did you listen to that?
Do you know what that means?
Let me tell you what that means
Wait, no
Anyone who even thinks it
Don't
Believe me, I know who all need it
So for you, I wrote this letter (check it out)
I woke up, wit' an epiphany (Whaaat?)
It's like this feelin came over
(Been implied)
Hit you once leave you cockeyed (Cockeye)
Win tha race that's by landslide (Run it)
From tha South Chicken Popeye (POP POP)
Way out in tha
niggaz rollin' wit' me
Money makin' swift decision we controllin' the streets
Side track by the broads and the frauds
Ain't it strange
It's the reason so
It's not Recording
Nah it's not Recording
G.M.E. Butta Gang
Welcome to SheaButta's Shop of Horrors
I'm SheaButta by the way
Yes
I Don't Trust Nobody
This shit looking too racist
How can I ever give fucks
Bout who hating
We put that boy in the Trunk
He's not Saiyan
Nigga be going by demon
Everybody
the goddamned cemetery
Intelligence is on call
You don't treat a ho like a queen who behaves lika a dog
Are you the type who won't put a ho in front of a trigger
compared
With those who saw him appear
Terror filled their minds with awe
Simple were the folk who lived
Upon this frozen wave
So not surprising was
When you find out that the one you wit ain't who you want
Then you move out 'til you find yourself anotha love
But your ex gone always hate 'cause he
a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here
This is the season, for the zoe's round here
If you corner who you know you can get it for the low down here
a melody
Could be gone in the blink of an eye.
Or maybe stay in your heart for eternity
To make you laugh or even cry.
Losing yourself by the edge of the sea
burst
Call the press first and ask them who got the best verse
Give me the respect I deserve
If you are what you eat, it's obvious I can't eat what I'm
Like I'm the one who did away with everything we had
You started getting on ya sniper shit
Complaining bout my instagram and all types of shit
Making
resource
but I'm plugged with the God
I told you once, it ain't no detour
I'm still on my path
but now I gas wit mo purpose in store
taking this time
mother struggle tryna get you fly
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches get you by
Never begged your homie for the truth and still a nigga lie
If I was born
on the edge
I like living on the edge, quite literally
I've been camped by the storm as shrubbery
You see me walking inside a dank shrubbery
I'm about to get
to crunching
Gangstas get to snitching when the pain is coming
I leave no space in my circle for ya lames to jump in
You out yo range fucking wit de G.A.N.G
the time
Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind
I had to Shine
By any means necessary I had to go out and get it
And come back wit
out Park Town
Big Gator one who made this song
I play it so real, I play it by ear
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout cowboy
But J Prince is real
sister be alright
Tell my brothers that I love them
I'm forever by their side, yeah
Who would've thought you niggas trade on me? that shit had made me sick
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