Lyrics:
100 Bands, 100 Bands
Count it out by the two
Runnin' man, runnin' man
Slow Chopped and Screwed
100 Bands, 100 Bands
Count it out by the two
Runnin
to go klepto
So hands-on kinda hard for me to let go
Let go, stacking presidents like a LEGO
Would introduce you to my friends but they dead though
holdin' a sink screamin'
Police, but you got no peace
Yo, was that you big man, and alot mo' grease
All I gets is pounds, you ain't want none of this
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
a lil' pup pup, this a big dog house
You a big dog now, we some G.I. Joe's
See the G y'all see ain't the G I know
I know your whole MO you a GMO
OMG,
change got my watch and gold chain
Ya bitch want to slide to the Teli with me
You know they call me Joe to the mother fucking P
Sliding with my fucking
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
Til the casket drops
Third times a charm right?
Haha
Come on!
I'm kinda like a big deal
It's unbelievable you see my warning gives you big
with real big Booty yea that bitch, got body like buffy the body
Ayy, y'all niggas gone hate wont sayin' to My face cuz you know Bloww, catchin
a Hellcat and
Get my bitch a Tesla yellow tape shawty
Tell me what you got the stretcher for?
I'm up a cool hundred, nigga
What you think I'm flexin' for?
All
N-E-G-U-S
You're looking like a slave when you say that you got a big chain
N-E-G-U-S
You're looking like K-K-K nigga when you're killing your brothers
spot em i kno that he got em (bow)
She came in w u but she leavin w me
If it wasn’t 4 trappin don’t kno where i’d b
Can’t show em no mercy he might
Fuck you regione, you make me wanna die
When you get McDonald's, you eat the French fries
Never use the ketchup, why would you
Got so much in common,
buzz on by
I could show you my pistil, you could sting me dry
Hey little sug, you know we burn so hot
There's nothing in this world that could make us
cuz I'm still runnin'
But I know that you're gonna come cuz I'm still cummin'
I heard you been running round
Got a lot of people in this big town
That
truck and peeled out of the drive
Thinkin' that I'd catch her, and make her my wife
She's got me runnin'
But I don't know where I'm headed
Runnin', like
bringing up my broke days but it's old shit now
I got a big cuban this a head turner
I did took this 'tron to the face now my chest burning
Bad vibes make me
bad dads
Cops with bad badges big bullets
No "my bad"'s when them guns shoot you
Mykestro, I might go out as the Mike Jordan
Lacing my Jordans
creamy
I get what I want like I'm Timmy Turner, turnt up like Turner, big money earner
Mouth filled like a turnip
Aye, hit you on the soft spot of your
her messin' around town with another man
And you know that ain't cool, watch me
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down
all in my pockets
Had to really trust the process (yeah)
Switch it up when they all jock me
You know that I work hard for everything that I got
motherfuckin killas)
He's a killa off Dayton Avenue, he's quick to point that glock at you
I catch you and I dead you, I got you if I shot at you
Runnin for
shit
Shout (to) that nigga Puffy cause that Loco got me wasted
Standin' on the top just blackin'
Out like I'm a racist
Tip be gotta nigga on some
Fuck
, no Timothy
Fuck what it was
Let me tell you how it finna be
I'ma keep on runnin' to these plays
Hundreds in the safe
Foreigns every day like I'm in
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