Uh, That vest won't stop nothing
When a hollow come
If he dies he dies that's my Drago gun
Fear factor with a slug
You can swallow one
Im in the hood chasing chicken
Like Apollo son, the thing go
Where ever the gang go
Black nigga I be serving the white
Like D'jango, you know me
I hustle hard like maino, the loud pack
Leave you with the red eyes like kano
Disrespect and nigga get a bat to ya dome
Send some niggas to ya crib
Get you smacked in ya home
You don't really want static
When I'm carrying chrome
Rest in peace prodigy
Just leave this havoc alone
Backing down from who
That never been the case
Im from the realest state don't make me
Put a nigga in his place
Ill run up on homie put the pistol in his face
Leave his body floating out in camp crystal
In a lake nigga
Ayo springz I need this one to be messy
I need you to make a statement
Yo the burner on me so don't try nothing
Coney Island I could have
Ya whole ride jumping
Patti LaBelle with the sales when the pies coming
Fiends get high with the rock
Its like when Clyde dunking
Old school Portland
The rarri down Cortland
The 38 barrel spin like the wheel of fortune
I ain't with the talking
Im all about extortion this 44 bull dog
Sound like a pit barking nigga
Ill Put the muzzle on the Nina
Ace boogie why? cause my hustle kinda cleaner
Money Mitch get ya brother
Slumped with the steamer
Nigga brown and white beamer
Look like coffee with the creamer Ha
I point a finger than the lead blow
Squeeze like duck sauce to make ya egg roll
Big cuban less stones ill test chrome
You don't gotta be light skin
To have a red bone nigga
C Nellz grip up make this one a head shot
Where I'm from the pastor
Caught a body nigga seen Preacher do it
It happens in this hobby nigga
We Mac shooters the strap is for the homi nigga
See crack movers the mattress in the lobby nigga
A thousand bags made key money on 48th
A couple halfs ziplock bags before the 8ths
Its crack packs in hatch backs 2 door on 8ths
Its war on 8th rock 44's below the waist
Only thing broke is this handle
I movie role the tape
Indirected towards niggas who think
They blowing cake nigga you gone open
These doors or either open safes
Im paid in full been styling
Calvin before the weight
A pound or two when we was out here
On a Monday I'm browsing through
Trap housing on a Sunday
Its bands in this k but you gone make
This drum spray Ill have you Mia when
F*cking with this gun play
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Uh, That vest won't stop nothing
When a hollow come
If he dies he dies that's my Drago gun
Fear factor with a slug
You can swallow one
Im in the hood chasing chicken
Like Apollo son, the thing go
Where ever the gang go
Black nigga I be serving the white
Like D'jango, you know me
I hustle hard like maino, the loud pack
Leave you with the red eyes like kano
Disrespect and nigga get a bat to ya dome
Send some niggas to ya crib
Get you smacked in ya home
You don't really want static
When I'm carrying chrome
Rest in peace prodigy
Just leave this havoc alone
Backing down from who
That never been the case
Im from the realest state don't make me
Put a nigga in his place
Ill run up on homie put the pistol in his face
Leave his body floating out in camp crystal
In a lake nigga
Ayo springz I need this one to be messy
I need you to make a statement
Yo the burner on me so don't try nothing
Coney Island I could have
Ya whole ride jumping
Patti LaBelle with the sales when the pies coming
Fiends get high with the rock
Its like when Clyde dunking
Old school Portland
The rarri down Cortland
The 38 barrel spin like the wheel of fortune
I ain't with the talking
Im all about extortion this 44 bull dog
Sound like a pit barking nigga
Ill Put the muzzle on the Nina
Ace boogie why? cause my hustle kinda cleaner
Money Mitch get ya brother
Slumped with the steamer
Nigga brown and white beamer
Look like coffee with the creamer Ha
I point a finger than the lead blow
Squeeze like duck sauce to make ya egg roll
Big cuban less stones ill test chrome
You don't gotta be light skin
To have a red bone nigga
C Nellz grip up make this one a head shot
Where I'm from the pastor
Caught a body nigga seen Preacher do it
It happens in this hobby nigga
We Mac shooters the strap is for the homi nigga
See crack movers the mattress in the lobby nigga
A thousand bags made key money on 48th
A couple halfs ziplock bags before the 8ths
Its crack packs in hatch backs 2 door on 8ths
Its war on 8th rock 44's below the waist
Only thing broke is this handle
I movie role the tape
Indirected towards niggas who think
They blowing cake nigga you gone open
These doors or either open safes
Im paid in full been styling
Calvin before the weight
A pound or two when we was out here
On a Monday I'm browsing through
Trap housing on a Sunday
Its bands in this k but you gone make
This drum spray Ill have you Mia when
F*cking with this gun play
When a hollow come
If he dies he dies that's my Drago gun
Fear factor with a slug
You can swallow one
Im in the hood chasing chicken
Like Apollo son, the thing go
Where ever the gang go
Black nigga I be serving the white
Like D'jango, you know me
I hustle hard like maino, the loud pack
Leave you with the red eyes like kano
Disrespect and nigga get a bat to ya dome
Send some niggas to ya crib
Get you smacked in ya home
You don't really want static
When I'm carrying chrome
Rest in peace prodigy
Just leave this havoc alone
Backing down from who
That never been the case
Im from the realest state don't make me
Put a nigga in his place
Ill run up on homie put the pistol in his face
Leave his body floating out in camp crystal
In a lake nigga
Ayo springz I need this one to be messy
I need you to make a statement
Yo the burner on me so don't try nothing
Coney Island I could have
Ya whole ride jumping
Patti LaBelle with the sales when the pies coming
Fiends get high with the rock
Its like when Clyde dunking
Old school Portland
The rarri down Cortland
The 38 barrel spin like the wheel of fortune
I ain't with the talking
Im all about extortion this 44 bull dog
Sound like a pit barking nigga
Ill Put the muzzle on the Nina
Ace boogie why? cause my hustle kinda cleaner
Money Mitch get ya brother
Slumped with the steamer
Nigga brown and white beamer
Look like coffee with the creamer Ha
I point a finger than the lead blow
Squeeze like duck sauce to make ya egg roll
Big cuban less stones ill test chrome
You don't gotta be light skin
To have a red bone nigga
C Nellz grip up make this one a head shot
Where I'm from the pastor
Caught a body nigga seen Preacher do it
It happens in this hobby nigga
We Mac shooters the strap is for the homi nigga
See crack movers the mattress in the lobby nigga
A thousand bags made key money on 48th
A couple halfs ziplock bags before the 8ths
Its crack packs in hatch backs 2 door on 8ths
Its war on 8th rock 44's below the waist
Only thing broke is this handle
I movie role the tape
Indirected towards niggas who think
They blowing cake nigga you gone open
These doors or either open safes
Im paid in full been styling
Calvin before the weight
A pound or two when we was out here
On a Monday I'm browsing through
Trap housing on a Sunday
Its bands in this k but you gone make
This drum spray Ill have you Mia when
F*cking with this gun play
Writer: Curtis Little
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