Lyrics:
as spooked as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon
Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy
Yeah that's right nine eight
' nIgga
ThIs aIn't no part, lIl nIgga, I'ma tell you agaIn
Let me tell you how me and twIn hopped out, and had to robb thIs man
Yeah, nIgga get down on your
Osiris on the track
I go by the name of Fresshy Fresshy wit the 2ss
(damn)
Y’all niggas be doing too much
Y’all niggas be capping, I’m easy
Got ya
need cologne
Did it on my own
Do it by my own
I don't fuck with no soul (Neyko)
If you ain't cold don't call yourself blizzard (BlizzThaGod)
Y'all act
I done gave up so much free time knowing time ain't free
Fuck it I sacrificed it
My girl show me love, she know I made sacrifices
And if it's real
ask a nigga for his number like we do y'all?
I'll tell you, women don't know how to flirt
And the ones who's bad, they ain't even gotta work
That's
bullets give something to eat just like I gave his ass a plate
My mama said I was a badass and I told her I ain't no Lil Boosie, man
Can't see I be see half
(Uhh...)
Ok, X's for the E's
Jeez, I'm just tryna find some peace
Sometimes I can't get out of my head
27 & I still ain't make a dent
Sometimes I
Get your hand off of my blunt
I ain't smoking too much
But I'm smoking y'all niggas
Savages like 21
Get the fuck off of my blunt
Nigga I stay in the cut
Pops used to be the king in the streets/
New king of the streets ain’t a title for me/
Plus u new niggas’ soft, Don’t believe in ya threats/
Tf y’all
on motherfucker
Ain't no pulp in this orange juice I don't speak fiction
Takes me back to a party up in Ironbound
Where a lil motherfucker flashed me his pistol
How
at a
Modern day man.
DJ READY RED: Ain't that the motherfuckin' truth!
WILLIE D: Yeah. And these old fickled minded assed niggas wonder
Why a ho be with them
Reloaded' and Neo's back
I'm up humble apologies sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run I ain't coffee brown
Get to know me the man the person
So by the time
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got
fucking spinning
Nigga this shit really get exciting
Nigga really mad out here cause his lil hoe out here bitting
I ain't even want the hoe
Man I pass her
said we wanted one
Y'all niggas ain't said nothing
HGC gon start bucking, fucking with my cousin
I'ma kit-katting and cutting
And if a crisis come I'm
and me that's how it's supposed to be
Never switch up on you yeah that ain't me
One day it'll be us chilling by the sea
It's not you or me it's only we
And then I burn it up
Man why you lying you know heard of us
Yo boy you dying
We straight up murderous
I'm thinking
You ain't been listening
The fuck you
for my dawgs I never switch (Yuh)
Y'all in the club I ain't on the list (Yuh)
Dripping all water like fish (Yuh)
And I ain't impressed by none of this
what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
Y'all drop shit like birds
Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served
Just
a problem
While we pop bottles of Mo'
Burn down bottles of 'dro
Smack that ass of models and ho's
Rappin', all ya'll some rag old bunnies
Ready to jump
simple to me make you speechless, my experience reflects on my lyrics
Surrounded by rats and snitches, preaching to be sleaziest creatures
Ain't a gangsta,
ready for the action (action)
I came with a drive by got a blicky
That body wasn’t mine (Say Wha?)
Bow! All my nggas we gone catch him out
Shot a 30 clip
hell mafia dreaded
We ain't no tweakers
I'm a rider y'all watching
And ain't subscribing
Gone and comment I ain't hidden
They be trying to take my
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