Lyrics:
look and y'all talking about y'all offended
y'all talking about y'all want beef with the kid
y'all don't want smoke nigga
Nigga get right
why you so
bridges
Like damn, how u live so fearless, no limits
Feel like my life worth way too much to live it simply
And still bout business, y'all kids y'all
on this gear shift
But y'all Been outta pocket
Forgot ya pool stick
Like You chose birth in 2060
On June 6th
You really think that
Dollars make the cool
a nigga play with me
And y'all niggas make me sick
And I ain't finna lie
I ain't even gon' lie
And all the teachers
Y'all really is some snitches
Y'all
I'm the shit
Fuck yo kin
Bitch I win
Straight up sins
Ima dick
Y'all some sheep
Y'all suck dick
I'm the shit all of y'all shit
I'm team rich I do my
right now if they search me
Locked in with plugs, so I know that shit y'all coppin' no good (what's that?)
They get the drop (gone), I'm the type
right but it feels so wrong
Goddamn it, I'm drunk
Don't turn the lights on
I don't need y'all to tell me when to go home
2, 3, 4 in the morn'
It's
yo where that rap at?
My contribution to this scam
Yo, what y'all know about the originals, fam?
What y'all know about the tree of life, what y'all
right but it feels so wrong
Goddamn it, I'm drunk
Don't turn the lights on
I don't need y'all to tell me when to go home
2, 3, 4 in the morn'
It's
War, huh
Yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Wow-wow
War, huh
Yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again y'all
Oh, I want you, yeah, I want you
Oh, I want you
I'm burnin' up, I'm burnin' up, y'all
I'm burnin' up
Cool me down now with your love, girl
a renegade this rap shit me and all my boy like A-Team
Fuck wrong with y'all this is my warning shot so I better see you ghost
Because I will treat competition
right but it feels so wrong
Goddamn it, I'm drunk
Don't turn the lights on
I don't need y'all to tell me when to go home
2, 3, 4 in the morn'
It's
is, look
[Chorus]
See when the drama pop off, then pardon me, it ain't my fault
My back was up against the wall, thanks to y'all
(Niggas talkin'
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas ain't no killers, y'all niggas some hos
And y'all act like gorillas, but you already know
If the gangstas feel us, then fifty
a cold lean
Fa sho, I be first in line to start static wit y'all
Have ya mama at the pad awaiting the call
West coast, West side, East side, We slide
pennants
And from the old school, I'm a direct descendant
And y'all can feel it at the end of each and every sentence
'Cause underground rap is just incense
the while I'm dyin'
My baby's lovin' is oh so fine
My baby's lovin' is oh so fine
My baby's lovin' is oh so fine
My baby's lovin' is oh so fine, y'all
its been a minute nigga (cough cough)
Still doin this shit (pass dat shit nigga)
Look look look for y'all niggas that don't know nigga
I really be
at me, you better believe I'm bustin back)
Verse 2
Nigga what's all that bluffin 'fo
steady mackin tough, but we know y'all some hoes
Haaa uuuuggggghhhh
this is for all the G's ou there
we bout it bout it
and g ettes i ain't forget about y'all uuuugggghhhh
gold
pay to shine
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Now I done came a ways up this long road
In spite of the lies that y'all told
Believe me these folks is all cold
From
you too
(Ace - Talking)
Fuck that, you ain't gone never see my ass again
Mark my words, this time I'm staying out
Y'all waited too long for this
working B
I'm the truth and duke is just a circus freak
P
Dead or alive y'all niggas can't fuck with P
Bernadette and the league who the fuck you be?
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