bro parked it hop out the whip we start it phone there plug tell em charge it really got waps and straps gon blast it aim for ur head got bare targets yuck yuck restart it askad dropped all the charges don’t do drill im only an artist little do they know i turn man casket don’t step half hearted bang man’s face and his bredrin darted don’t turn man off when im jus getting started big shank in his chest like moses parted tell gang go play ur position slide on that guy complete that mission talk on the net when they got an audition wont buck me live no more than a musician wanna talk badman u ain’t been in prison what u been given? bare fat genes like peter griffin really a family guy my tools got risen when i come round them man are on silence nobody cares what they on but violence bro on the wing and he won’t sing so fuck the trident watch when i boot down doors like a fucking giant
ngas duckin soft like satin na these ngas aint do wat they rappin talked out his neck caught his ass lack then i sent a blitz hit em up made dat boi do a backflip tried to run but he tripped thasa classic aint seen who he fkn w yuh think that dummy prolly need him sum glasses boxed his ass in like a package thought shit was funny but now nga who the fk laughin
Si no comen los mios no hay trato Noodles en el plato Forys repican al piso sin un csñon chato Pego el cañon a la pantalla y pazz muere otro pato Vsm de ksbea pero don chivato
e majna shtafeten e kaloj rrjeten kur rrezikoj jeten Aj ske tu mnjoft u njoftum nmnyr t eger shok jom me deken nterr me berreten Kom remedi vjershen, si shirat me bresher,
kto dhipa rrin t’eshten dojn mema shky teshen, mos thuj je i eger je baraz me leper my g nuk ka fjal, i kem deshmu veper Than me ndryshu, sje tu ngu ti tjeter Qa e qes pi trunit kta se din as nleter
g i been cold since day back Lie on your mum how u say dat Dem man be batty waste chat Still no slide get the payback Time is money, he quick to see fuckin round with me he gon catch a cronic
mental pr les sous ya les sous dans le sac opinel dans la sacoche ton blaze on coche c'est la 3x la meilleur defonce c'est l'attaque la meilleur defensse ton poto il denonce sa na pas dsens s'attque a toi quand ta ta chance pense que c'est des bandit devans une liasse ils ont bander ecoute pas les on m'a dit ecoute pas les bandeurs
I keep like two phones Case the opps get to dropping the loop on Made allot all i want is the truth huh Not a killa but swear i be ruthless Unless you count bodys with nooses Yeah im Mentally crazy i lose it Man i follow the game by the blueprint Come the end of year man i swear im the new prince So dont come at me talkin ya two sense Better watxh out before you say who sent Kuz im cutting off all of my loose ends That bitch she begging and choosing In the whip so im cruising Baught a bottle of henny im already a fifth in so i guess i be boozin Man its decent Long nights long days in the city but i still keep breathing No penalty’s after fuck what you thinking my life a disaster Shit i swear i get money but wanna get faster
fuck me its fuck you tell them niggas bring it back, pop a U hit the latch, chatting on me way i snap, choppa swinging going burrrdat, you already know where i’m at ‘check it, bitch giving head tremendous, catching lead in out yo penidx , had to go weewoo boy needed him medic , took your fucking arm off now you need a prothetic
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