vou fumar esse opp se ele mexer com minha gang ele fica transparente, essa badshawty me escolheu porque eu porto varias joias no dente, empacotando todos meu inimigos, me sinto um driller dos estados unidos, nebru se eu trombar na rua pode ter certeza vai sair fudido, pula no meu bloco se tu é driller mesmo, trombei na paulista e saiu correndo, nao mexa com a gang se nao voce vai conhecer do pior veneno
Big DOA, nigga Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like Grrt, grrah, grrah-grrah Grrah, grrah-grrah Hey, grrah-grrah (Grrt, baow-baow) Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (everybody shot) Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up Don't do Cîroc, only Ac' in my cup (grrt, baow-baow) Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough, like He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (where you goin'?) (grrt-grrt-baow) I'm a GBG, baby, so, bitch, I'ma click 'til it's done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (dummies) Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (it's just me and my gun) (baow, baow!) I'm the king of New York, and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (don't run) (bitch, I do what I want) Just copped out on a Carti' (Carti') Oh, she jackin' my baba in a heartbeat I like my bitch gangster, I don't like 'em Barbie It get active like Ricky and Morty (like) (grrt-baow) Tap your head (Rah-Rah) Nigga Rah got clapped now he in the Marley (baow-baow!) Nigga dead And I'm tough by myself, no, I don't need an army (grrah) Big DOA, nigga See the line, so I'm packin' the bitch Feel under pressure, I'm blastin' the shit V210 how I'm whackin' the whip He tried to up, but I'm faster with it It get nasty, now he coughin' out blood Told you that I get active with it (grrt, baow-baow) Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up Everythin' dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (everybody shot) Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up Don't do Cîroc, only Ac' in my cup (grrt, baow-baow) Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough, like He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (where you goin'?) (grrt, baow) I'm a GBG, baby, so, bitch, I'ma click 'til it's done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (dummies) Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (it's just me and my gun) (baow, baow!) I'm the king of New York, and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (don't run) (bitch, I do what I want)
Just because I didn't remind you, don't think I forgot Just because it ain't happened yet, don't think that's it not Nipsey was solid, I know that he up there with Biggie and Pac My choppa could tell you a story, I pray that you don't try to plot Stayed a hundred, couple niggas changed I ain't never went against the grain, I could never snort cocaine I could never fuck a bitch behind my brother then try to turn her to my main Clout chasin' got him in a wood box, can't believe he died for the fame He'll risk it all for a name, I was comin' hard 'fore I came I ain't know nothin' 'bout no Visa, I was in the park with the gang Moms be feelin' bad, I try to tell her she is not to blame No social security, couldn't get a license, but I still didn't complain I went and got it, I ain't ask for no handout Lil' nigga, we are not the same You know what I'm on, first girlfriend did me wrong I swear to God that every girl after that, I was gon' do 'em wrong Different bitch in my bed every night, but I still be feelin' alone Matter o' fact, I finna be with one, probably right after I finish this song That's my dawg (that's my dawg) He gon' ride (he gon' ride) off the leash (off the leash) He gon' slide (he gon' slide), she know I cheat (she know I cheat) She know I lie (she know I lie), I be geeked up, I be fried (21) Sweep the room, we pull up with brooms (21, 21) Smokin' Girl Scout, you can smell the fumes (smell the fumes) Don't approach me 'bout your wifey if she choose (pussy) Last scrub did that made the news Nigga keep talkin' that U.K. shit like I don't got AKs (21) Like, 'cause I was born overseas These motherfuckers ain't gon' spray-spray (the fuck?) Pull up in your hood, nigga, 9-1-1, y'all better call mayday (brr, pow, pow) From Glenwood all the way to Martin Luther King Niggas know we don't play-play
nagulat sila nung akoy dumating sinilip yung hood at biglang dumating supot pa si fernan sya napraning kala ko tunay ay buhay bading sinapak yung tunog kahit patunog kulay ng buhay ikaw ay sabog
Si yo me drogo es porque quiero Voy colgando el trucho desde que nada tenemos Yo por lo mio lucho y duro en este espacio y tiempo Su chamuyo queda chico yo usurpo el terreno Desde wacho me la busco estoy sumando a pleno Si se regalan se la colgamos hasta el techo Los gatos terminan en el cementerio lo digo enserio Pendejos que creen que se la saben y nunca los vi en el barrio con una nave Flashan 9 y se cagan en los pañales Respeten o ya saben
Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, that's what it was (21) 2016, we was ridin' around, beatin' niggas up in the club I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I don't feel the love (21) I'm so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just 'cause (on God) Her titties is hard 'cause she spent a five, my bitch titties cost me a dub (21) All my bitches got BBLs, all my bitches got butts (straight up) I ain't with the rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touched (straight up) We ain't never ran off on no barber, but we still be hoppin' out cuts (straight up) Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' I leave all my cars Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' All my opps be Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Wiped his nose, it was Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Savage never did no That Clase for your wife (21), that hookah for your wife (pussy) I'm Slaughter Gang, pussy, you know I brought my knife (21) He was talkin' gangster (21), we caught him at a light (pussy) I let my young nigga do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe (on God) Havin' my way with the cheese, I'm in the den with the thieves (on God) I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin' her weave (21) Smokin' on Zaza, this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve (21) Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make y'all bleed (21) Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep (pussy) Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I ain't finna diss you (pussy) All that pillow talk, I'ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you Chain hang low like a yo-yo, your bitch ridin' dick like pogo Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' I leave all my cars Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' All my opps be Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Wiped his nose, it was Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Savage never did no I bought a Hollywood bitch, the club crucial (on God) I was at the Met Gala with my shooter (on God) Slaughter Gang, Gang, we don't do recruitin' (21) Say you ready to catch a body, gotta prove it Gotta prove that shit, nigga Shit ain't no motherfuckin' game, nigga Get your bitch ass whacked, nigga Big facts, big 4L, nigga Big Zone 6, nigga We run the motherfuckin' city, nigga Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, nigga Body for body, nigga, money for money, nigga We skunkin' everybody Fuck your crew, nigga, we'll kill your crew Pussy, pussy, pussy
