文本歌词

We slang kilos eighths to them shorties bring g loads
A paper to the hood we got you cop three of those
And get your hustle right whether you a trapper
Or a gun clapper make sure your weapon is hype
We got all kinds of shooters sprayers pitchers
N***a who hit playa catch you in ya gators
Haters that love rockin n***a for bread lead fly
Hit in you back of your head he gettin dough all that's dead now
Yo no more hallucinatin we just used to hatin
Go 'head and violate we murder clicks who you takin
Not none of us you know my gun'll bust
And every town state n***as pull they guns for us
And peel somethin up and kill somethin up
We go hard like tennessee boys hit 'em up
We get it every day and it's like a matinee and
We on the block hard allah said rae you made it
It's time to take it over it ain't a safe promoter
Out there give me my change or get thrown in the rover
It's donnie I get lots of bread though as far as that block
I got it locked like a rasta's dreads
And I will infra-beem dot ya head put a couple of shots
Inside your top tryna stop my spread
F**k cops I just watch for feds
Cause I know they be hatin on how I'm cakin
Want me boxed or dead
I move with birds by the flock instead -d c
I keep whoopin keep cookin 'til the pots is red
Keep pushin I don't stop at reds f**k a red light
It's red light specials when I pop that lead
I can even make a boxer beg catch ya pops in bed
Pop his legs while you watch him beg
The name's donnie I was mobster bred so you know I'm a don
Plus I was born with that shottas edge
I keep that chopper filled with copperheads I bust a couple of shots
It'll leave a couple coppers dead
And you can run a couple blocks ahead and won't get away
Unless you wore some s**t today that blocks ya head
Huh step up yo' game you off the square
Square
You can't be a pimp just cause you got long hair
Hair
'Lacs don't make macks ak's don't make killas
Scary n***as shoot first if you a g it's a curse
Curse
Last of a dying breed like brad jordan
Pimp c b***h words nuts and my foreign
If I say it in the streets I'll say it to ya face
Knock ya whole muthaf**ka off take my case
Never give up my connects never hit p c
I'm a young f**kin hog b***h the game belong to me
D**k ain't free f**k a promo show
You ain't got fifty thousand cash b***h f**k the radio
Beyatch
F**k bet and f**k diana ross
Shut the f**k up old b***h slim thug is the boss
Boss
J prince the godfather dj screw is the king
Bought my d**k a cadillac got'cho advance in my pinky rang beeeee-yatch
In my pinky rang beeeee-yatch
Beeeee-yatch sweet jones bee-yatch
Hol' up motherf**ker
Motherf**ker smoke sum'hin bee-yatch
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