文本歌词

F**k n***az though it was man
Right right uh-huh
I'ma holla at 'em dog
Nah mean got my n***a
Mike b south suicide
Queens x-million bout to tear it down wit my n***a
You know
I'm gettin tired of the war stories kid
I heard 'em all
And before they could fake and make up another one that's false
I'ma take it and break it down so yall could knock it off
It's my call in my corner they too soft
Mr i-don't
Give-a-f**k don't need much
But heat in the truck w**d in the dutch beats
I'm beatin 'em up
Streetsweepin 'em up n***az deals is suckers
More than the game don't let the fame go to your brain
I'm still in the rain where lives get caught in the drain
It's nothin to me n***az ain't f**kin wit me
I dump at your v and leave you n***az slumped in your seat
Jump if it's beef but wolves need somethin to eat
N***a dollar signs cover my eyes gucci material
Bottom line hand on my nine wit no serial
First class flights and
Tv's is digital
You could bust guns and get it right homey
Up in the club we came to get it gully
Smoke w**d drink henny man get it ugly
Hard liquor for sure cause we don't pop bubbly
Load up your steel n***a dump it only
We don't talk true story all about our money
From the streets we ride you know our style homey
S**t cause it's all official
Load your pistol
I ain't right and
I'm sure to hit you
Shoot through walls you could die with your b***h too
So ladies get out the way first
You gotta be kiddin dog
I got to spray first n***a
Turn your promotional van into a hearse
Oh b***hes love the way
I sit in the drop pull up in the spot
They suck cock off the strength of the watch
Lil' homey and that's alone
F**k you got guns for if your gats at home
You need to have 'em on your waste like me
Run duck hide from the jake like me
Been around the world on fake
Id I got businesses shot witnesses
Bottom line
Yo woozy googly and cookie
Roofies and usually on two-three
Luny disrespectful and moody
Stupid I hate the world
I'm too into me
Drink until
I throw up and smoke until
I tweak can't see me settle for less until
I peak two milly
I'm too willy
Fifty thousand pills a week
I'm too filthy
Stocks and realty crops and feel we
Scotch and wisky
I pop 'til
I'm twisty
Talented and gifty f**k 'til
I'm limp d
I'm so empty everybodies finish