If you thought that was fresh, bust this
Pistols, Glock 9's, Glocks beams
Sewed up like seams, it seems I gotta push his
Pistols, Glock 9's, Glocks beams
Sewed up like seams, it seems I gotta push his
Pistols, Glock 9's, Glocks beams
Sewed up like seams, it seems I gotta push his chest
Pistols, Glock 9's, Glocks beams
Sewed up like seams, it seems I gotta push his chest to his back
Make him touch like hand claps, infrared extreme
Game floats like streams
I couldn't help but live life helpless young niggas
Incomplete and highly needed dumb fuckers
Young easily captured in the game
The ones who in the same
Lopsided and too potted to run niggas
Where you from motherfucker? Is that right?
When you was surrounded, was you from there last night?
The frame's fair, I'm feeling like
Well, well, well, what do we have here?
Am I seeing this clear?
Now that's the fattest ass I done seen all year
Put my pimping in gear and ride the rear
Oh that's your bitch? Well that's cool homeboy
Ride her like a carpool, act a fool homeboy
It's like that baby
Baby girl got my back just like that baby
Give the mic back baby
Hostyle in the game
Me and baby girl's the Mick and Mal in the game
Natural born killing the game, unconcealing the flame
And after that Red get the pimp stripped
Get the cash back
I got a little ass but I'm still itchin' on 'em
Spittin' hits on 'em, flashing my tits on 'em
'Cause my theme is I'm a dope fiend
My pencil got potential for the paper that's green
Both eyebrows arched to focus on the cream
And both fingers arched so I can focus on the red beam
Ill shorty baby girl with the ill will
With a butterscotch cock leave you with an ill grill
I still spill while you rap about your figures
These broke niggas talk too much, the real niggas break niggas
I bank figures from you low ranking niggas
You don't stank niggas, this is rough and tough, who you thinking?
I'm making 'em strip and I ain't taking no dough
I mean t-shirts and panties for thugs that come off
You don't know how I chuck up for the dough
Show my ass at the show, smoke the grass that don't grow
It's flooded hear me flow
'Cause I'm spitting and holly
Fuck that let 'em tally up my voice, I'm off the record
I'm off the dub tapes from Eckerd's
I jump the wear like I'm checkers
Every nigga fuck with this little
See don't you fuck with me
See luckily, see I'm a G
Dipping on all gold rolling through
Living the gangster life, living the gangster life
If you don't know me then you don't know shit
And I don't give a fuck about a bitch
See don't you fuck with me
See luckily, see I'm a G
Dipping on all gold rolling through
Living the gangster life, living the gangster life
If you don't know me then you don't know shit
And I don't give a fuck about a bitch
See don't you fuck with me
See luckily, see I'm a G
Dipping on all gold rolling through
Living the gangster life, living the gangster life
We growing dough like new crops
While you owing dough to cops
We get props from fat thots for having fat cocks
Don't let your gap off 'cause y'all fall like dominoes
And I'll put your story in my book under chronicles
You better lay low 'til the smoke die down
'Cause what it come down to is y'all quarters and we pounds
And y'all halves and we bricks
Only fuck with fat is only if you got a six
'Cause I'm the only type of chick that'll holler wack at you
And I'ma holler back at you and tell
You exactly which way I'ma clap at you
Pretty chick but get ugly, it's hard not to love me
Hard not to trust me but my ass make you wanna bust me
Make you lust for me but I'ma take it and run
Say it was fun and you ain't getting nada as in none
Remember who the little one with the big gun
Shorty do run and I do hunt if you're good with the tongue
I'm no fair but y'all be in the air like a piñata
When we party y'all next time as a reminder
Bet you I'm hotter than your average, I'm a savage
Y'all intermediate, I'm into weed and shit
Sometimes I feel like a bitch and sometimes I don't
Yeah, sometimes I might bust a nut and sometimes I won't
I was ripping down the streets like fuck y'all niggas
And my homeboys had my back
Baby girl came through in the blue MC like karate
Where the indicia at?
With the pistol on my side like fuck y'all niggas
From G'd up to a ten sheet up
With my own label Entre motherfucker
DP in the NYC
Yeah, with my niggas
I'm with all my niggas
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