no chorus pt 8

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no chorus

pt. 8

ain't nobody straight

still got them goons and them hitters in the bay

pop a nigga like it's a balloon in his face

say he got a problem

tell goons where you stay

catch an opp loafing

his ass gotta lay

heat him 'til he roasted

on crip he must pay

bk like i'm hostin'

want lean get a dosage

gotta watch the neighbors

them fuck niggas notice

he got that bread so i left him toasted

i feel like melvin

i tuck 'em like jody

if you want the cheese

you gotta stay focused

i came a long way from the rats and the roaches

my niggas i eat with

all of who we keep it

he high as a bird

hit him with the eagle

charge him for a feature

lean in the liter

turn into a cheetah when i see the people

shooters they shoot when i say so

pockets on swole

need lip-o

freaky lil bitch always tryna have fits

eat a dick

bitch i'm tryna get rich ho

then makin' serves at the citgo

your bitch suck me up

popsicle

these bitches hit me up talkin' 'bout they wanna fuck

i had a hard time tryna pick which ho

i fuck 'em

don't love 'em

you fuck 'em and cuff 'em

i swear you can't love 'em

boy your ass in trouble

hit them with the gas

they on the front page

homicide with thuggin'

the money it double

my prices it double

i call up lil double

leave a nigga lookin' troubled

j

fuck up the play

call up lil quinn

money on the way

bullet in his head

feds on the way

dick in her mouth

fuck she gon' say

i cannot wait 'til i pull up in ranges

and shit on my ex and see that lil bitch face

ball on these niggas like kevin durant

if you flex then your ass will get shot in the face

hold on

i ain't finna wait

if you say you eatin' nigga where the fuck your plate?

how you a-1 when you never had steak?

i ain't got a shrimp but i trap in all states

yeah

watch out for feds while i count up my bread

i only want top like eraser head

two-two-three bullets erase your head

you do what i say like it's simon says

two-three the glock on the side of my side

if you play with me boy then your ass gonna die

in the hood they caught him

pop him in his eye

blocboy jb

bitch i'm known for homicide

they give me thumbs up

i think i need rounds

like i told you before they some hoes in disguise

i can't trust a ho 'cause they tell too many lies

i cut 'em off quicker than scissors and knives

these opp hoes gotta roll though

two for twenty five

that's a d-rose

black stones on me

i'm a negro

you savin' these hoes

you a hero

i ain't blood but i keep a b-roll

street money

rest in peace to bankroll

couple hundred just to wash my nizzos

i'm a crip so i get c-notes

fuck it

i'm about to crack the lawn

rest in peace to feezy

pokin' with the feezies

and we're still yellin' out rest in peace thump

say the wrong thing

we gon' lock 'em in the trunk

bruce wayne sidekick

rob 'em with the pump

but we ain't got no mask on

bare face

broad day

hit him with the mac home

gloves on deck

got me feelin' like patron

the way these niggas get they act on

these niggas they snake

they snitch on the case

i'm tellin' you just how it is

they lie to your face like they got some cake

but don't got a ten dollar bill

my niggas they do this for real

you play

he gon' get your ass killed

it's murder for hire for real

my niggas can body for real

yeah man

told y'all we do this shit for real man

blocboy jb

yeah bitch i got bars

everybody know i got bars

xanax

and all that other shit

you know

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