Two guns up mothafucka, two up mothafucka
If P want you dead, I ain't comin' with Just a blunt and a three pound, plenty of So ya homies got to pour that's that old school shit I ain't tryin' to put you under the
I'm to bang niggas over the clouds And I heard you say you rich so you can't get than styles Kill everybody just so noone can smile Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a
Biget I rock, since my nigga was shot and my other nigga Was shoot shit I'm tellin' the If I lie, may I die in the middle of the My niggas from first to first
Twelve months in a Gun on your waist, in your ear Pat in your sock, trade at the of the block With a fein watchin' for knorx the shit get dark
We hoop ride, of the six While you lookin' for a bitch, we for a brick That we can cook by six and give the whole 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 your feet And the only time I front is with a blunt and a To show niggas that I'm nice and ain't fuckin' with me
Felony niggas cop 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 bitch suck dick and niggas that bleed And if rich before you go get a watch 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 through in a the same color as water I got weight, you want I can cover the order They call me boss when I the border
Six caught her? I hear niggas say my face is screwed But I'll put six in your stomach nigga lace food Scream fuck every that hate that I'm rude But that's that SP shit, you can it or move
We can let the spill, till we all get killed There's only six nice rappers if you wanna be Niggas die everyday talkin' that dumb shit That they're from shit
All that mean to me is you can get gun quick another dumb bitch Go to church to get the ghost I did my dirt and got the holy
Look at the world through a eyes Don't be a bitch, you live and die in the sky, but no love when you slither by I to god that we make it to heaven But the only thing we makin' is eleven
You four, five and seven, hot as fuck And rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us But since niggas still they should be tellin' you somethin' You ain't hear from holiday, he ain't you nothin' You know
Felony niggas cop cock heavily That'd arm rob seventy You know niggas you want doe, they servin' you niggas on fifth, gettin' swervin' on niggas You know wheather we 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 Stay on fifth, swervin' on niggas You know we ride or we die we gonna get this doe