Two guns up mothafucka, two up mothafucka
If P you dead, I ain't comin' with niggas Just a blunt and a three pound, of liquor So ya homies got to pour that's that old school shit I tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm tryin' to niggas over the clouds And I heard you say you so you can't get lower than styles Kill everybody dead so noone can smile Play the streets my whole life and I flowin' a while
Biget I rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my nigga Was shit I'm tellin' the truth If I lie, may I die in the middle of the My niggas hustle from first to
months in a year Gun on waist, blunt in your ear Pat in your sock, trade at the back of the With a fein watchin' for knorx the shit get dark
We hoop ride, of the six While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix Catch me on T sixty a shift
styles, nigga I ain't nothin' but streets Just as hard as the shit, that be under feet And the only time I front is with a and a beat To show niggas that I'm nice and ain't fuckin' with me
niggas cop cock heavily niggas that'd arm rob seventy niggas You murderin' niggas you want doe, they servin' you niggas Stay on fifth, gettin' on niggas You know we ride or we die we gonna get this
All I know is drugs and guns and of weed And that that suck dick and niggas that bleed And if you're rich before you go get a and a drop You better hit the court and go bail out the block
If your son ain't worth shit niggas'll smuggle your I come in a porshe the same color as water I got weight, you want I can cover the order They me boss when I cross the border
Six shot her? I hear niggas say my face is screwed But I'll put six in your stomach nigga lace food Scream fuck every rapper that hate that I'm But that's that SP shit, you can it or move
We can let the bullets spill, we all get killed There's only six nice rappers if you be real Niggas die everyday from talkin' that shit That where they're from
All that to me is you can get your gun quick another dumb bitch Go to church to get the holy I did my dirt and got the holy
at the world through a niggas eyes Don't be a bitch, you live and die Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you by I pray to god that we it to heaven But the only thing we makin' is channel
You know four, and seven, hot as fuck And every rapper be dead, if they hotter than us But since still alive they should be tellin' you somethin' You ain't hear from holiday, he tellin' you nothin' You know
Felony niggas cop cock niggas That'd arm rob seventy You know niggas you want doe, they servin' you niggas Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on You know we ride or we die we gonna get this doe
Felony niggas cop heavily niggas That'd arm rob niggas You know murderin' niggas you doe, they servin' you niggas on fifth, gettin' swervin' on niggas You know wheather we ride or we die we gonna get doe