Two up mothafucka, two guns 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 somethin' to pour that's old school shit I ain't tryin' to put you under the
I'm tryin' to bang niggas the clouds And I heard you say you rich so you can't get lower styles Kill everybody just so noone can smile Play the streets my whole and I been flowin' a while
Biget I rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my nigga Was shoot shit I'm the truth If I lie, may I die in the middle of the My hustle from first to first
months in a year Gun on your waist, blunt in ear Pat in your sock, at the back of the block a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark
We hoop ride, of the six While you for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick That we can cook by six and give the block a fix Catch me on T gettin' a shift
Holidy styles, nigga I ain't nothin' but 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 they ain't with me
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All I know is drugs and guns and plenty of And that that suck dick and niggas that bleed And if you're before you go get a watch and a drop You better hit the court house and go out the block
If your son ain't worth shit niggas'll smuggle daughter I come through in a porshe the same color as I got weight, what you I can cover the order They call me boss when I cross the
Six shot caught her? I hear niggas say my face is But I'll put six in your stomach nigga lace your Scream fuck every rapper that hate I'm rude But that's SP shit, you can take it or move
We can let the bullets spill, till we all get There's only six nice if you wanna be real Niggas die everyday from talkin' dumb shit That where they're shit
All that to me is you can get your gun quick Just dumb bitch Go to to get the holy ghost I did my and got the holy ghost
Look at the world a niggas eyes Don't be a bitch, you gonna and die Rivin' in the sky, but no love you slither by I pray to god that we it to heaven But the thing we makin' is channel eleven
You know four, and seven, hot as fuck And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter us But since niggas still alive should be tellin' you somethin' You ain't hear holiday, he ain't tellin' you nothin' You know
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