When You See Me

Damn flam dog When you see me, bet not mug me, that stick yeah its stuck to me, you know what's up with me I got some young and old heads that look up to me I got some young and old heads that'll bust for me Rockin' designer, this shit made in Italy Yeah, we still thuggin', my niggas still in the streets Better ask bout the last nigga that mentioned me Choppa, a empty yo guts like a swisher sweet Y'all niggas actin', y'all niggas cappin Y'all ain't no savage, y'all niggas really be lackin Won't hit raw, know I'm packin' the plastic I stay with my dawg, Shaggy When you done with that broad, tag me Lil' bitch I'm fly, Aladdin Pull up and flip shit, gymnastics Turn him to a ghost Casper, all bout the Benjamins, that's what I'm after They know I'm bout to pop, fanta Pull up with three hoes, santa Yo' bitch wanna fuck with a boss My heart cold, Jack Frost You ain't got the sauce, nigga, you lost By any means, I'ma get it, whatever it cost I got em' shook up Call me Quay when I cook up Y'all got me fucked up Pull up, I'm shootin' a bunch of stuff It ain't safe, my boys don't play They take off your face for lil Tre He wasn't usin' his head, now his brain by his waist A mind a terrible thing to waste Ayy, we gon' flip shit Thick bitch ride the dick like a ripstick Lips poked out like she puttin' on lipstick You can eat me up, it ain't no kissin Hunnid round drum what this Choppa equipped With Green tips hit him, it's gon' change up his pigment If it's up, nigga stand on that business When it come to the mob, I'm the biggest Y'all ain't no apes or gorillas I be with the killers that's killin' the killers I be with the niggas that's takin' your pistols Then use the same pistol to knock off your nigga Ain't no hidin, nigga, we gon' get you You know shhh in the cut with that missile Opps mad, I was fuckin' on they sister Ridin round town, gettin my dick ate off No hitler, bitch When you see me, bet not mug me That stick yeah its stuck to me, you know what's up with me I got some young and old heads that look up to me I got some young and old heads that'll bust for me Rockin' designer, this shit made in Italy Yeah, we still thuggin', my niggas still in the streets Better ask bout the last nigga that mentioned me Chop her up, empty your guts like a Swisher sweet Y'all niggas actin', y'all niggas cappin Y'all ain't no savage, y'all niggas really be lackin Won't hit raw, know I'm packin' the plastic I stay with my dawg, Shaggy When you done with that broad, tag me Lil' bitch I'm fly, Aladdin Pull up and flip shit, gymnastics They thought that I wasn't gon' come home Free my bro, killa, he ready to come home She wanna hang with the gang, tell her, come on We can fuck on the first night, baby, we grown Out on bail fresh out of jail like I'm Tupac I got like 18 shots up in this big glock New water on my wrist and it don't tick tock Bad lil' bitch don't wanna fuck, just get me top She gon' take it to the tip like she T.I I know she down for the creep like she Left eye She ask why I keep a gun, now she see why I been out in the streets with bro since knee high Got some drink, we can put it in some nehi Got a couple hundred stuffed in my Levi's This shit come natural, really don't have to try When you choppin' up them birds, you hear doves cry Lost a couple homies, it made a thug cry But you know always we gonna slide for my guys I'm Kevin Gates to this shit, cause I don't get tired Niggas screamin' that they with it, but ain't gon' ride Know you ain't cut like that, I see it in your eyes I'm never lonely, it's on me, it's by my side You and your homie run on me, that's homicide Off the muscle, I'ma hustler, I'm bonafide Can't be lackin' in my city Ain't no lackin', you can get it Every handgun got a stick in it Niggas, they run and duckin try not to get hit Nigga, you fakin', you phony This party for real niggas only I'm in the trap with a dirty, 30 stick up on me Can't move how I want, got a GPS on me When you see me, bet not mug me That stick yeah its stuck to me, you know what's up with me I got some young and old heads that look up to me I got some young and old heads that'll bust for me Rocking designer, this shit made in Italy Yeah, we still thuggin', my niggas still in the streets Better ask bout the last nigga that mentioned me Chopper a empty your guts like a Swisher Sweet Y'all niggas actin', y'all niggas cappin Y'all ain't no savage, y'all niggas really be lackin Won't hit raw, know I'm packin' the plastic I stay with my dawg, Shaggy When you done with that broad, tag me Lil' bitch I'm fly, Aladdin Pull up and flip shit, gymnastics