[Intro] Grrah, grrah (War's too nasty) Grrah-grrah (Yo, turn that shit up) Grrah-grrah Grrah-grrah Grrt, baow, baow-baow-baow (Like) Like, every opp shot, nigga (Everything dead) Grrt, baow, baow-baow-baow (Smokin' all deads, nigga) Suck my dick (Grrah-grrah) Don't run, don't trip (Like) Don't run, don't trip (Who?) Dubski [Verse] Go ask my opps, it get ugly I could do (Shh) like Ice did to Sonny (Like) Think I'm lackin'? That nigga a dummy (You a dummy) He think I'm a rapper, he think this shit funny (Like) Okay (Okay), bend both ways (Like) Flip through the fours while I'm yellin' out, "Dubski" Don't-don't run, don't-don't trip They know my bop, Mr. Throw-More-Than-Six (Like) On a Revel, or a Lyft Hop out gang, up on him and his bitch (Him and his bitch) Fuck it, I'm in fashion, I bet I'll still up it (Pussy) He the fastest, don't know where I'm runnin' (Don't run) Fuck it, back out, put the beat on in public (Like) Grrah, grrah, grrah, keep dumpin' (Keep dumpin') Edot Baby, that kid ain't on nothin' (Baow) On JayRip, I had most of 'em duckin' (Baow, baow-baow-baow) Grrah, grrah, nigga, stop puttin' names in your song You alright? Somethin' is wrong Bend through my block, show me you perform (Pussy) They can't wait till they catch him a what? (Like) Okay, let's get it on (Let's get it on) EBK, bitch, I'm feelin' like Melly (Like) He get shot if he totin' on Kelly (Grrah-grrah) Make it sexy (Sexy) Bitches get shot, it get heavy (Grrah-grrah, baow) Like with Nesty (Nesty) My .45 hold six, throwin' deadies (Like, grrah-grrah) Where his bestie? (Rah-Rah) In the ground LVK, he with Mexi (Grrah-grrah, Mexi) And free Fetti Mr. Up-It-And-Pop-Like-Confetti (Free Fetti, nigga) Is you ready? (Ready) We gon' bend through that block, leave it messy Is you ready? We gon' bend through that block, leave it messy Bitch, I'm a stomper, I don't really step (I don't do the step) Nigga, I'm a vet' (Better watch ya' step) Better come correct I'm a demon so watch who you check (Grrt, baow) Always lit, say less I done slept wit' a nine, trey-pound and a TEC (Baow, baow, baow, baow) See a opp, fuck it, duh, I'ma wreck Catch a LV, put him on his neck (LVK)
I'm living my life with a purpose Hiding myself from the public Do what I want cause I love it Drinking a bottle said fuck it Living my life with a purpose Hiding myself from the public Do what I want cause I love it Burning my sins like a match I'm fresh like a fish out the water She calling daddy no daughter
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Running it up like magic I make a killing no tragic we blow a foul no static, it ain’t even a birthday we celebrate I ain’t really trying to write to delegate, told my mother that we gon make it ask my brothers about their dreams I said take it, houses and houses pour douses and douses on me got God and I’m praisin for free, Jesus dies so that we could be free now what do you think that should be?
this beat i can rap like, new car, coke lines, 80 miles no cops, in the club now, say wattup to the baby, like (oh wow) and we ball out low profile, got stacks, got hoes , on set my flow, you know, im best i know , you know, no rest packin a mac in the back of the ac i dunno know how to act, but i know how to rap, no cap know that, no thats, facts, infact shorty in the back, big boobs no tats !!!!!
