G.M.G Jay Finesse - Killa' Conscious Lyrics

Hold up
Let's roll up
Keep glizzy'
They tryna' smoke us
I'm a Pistol totin'
Opp pack smokin'
I'm the one that's chosen
Nena' black like Folgers
Catch em' we gone poke em'
Buss his head wide open
Like Batman, I'm robbin'
Bitch I'm a goblin
Kill the f*ckin' beat
Damn I put it in a coffin
You don't want no problems
Rubber bands let's get it poppin'
I'm mobbin'
She givin' me noggin'
She toppin'
She slobbin' on my Johnson
He say that he shot em
Stop it boa' you flodgin'
Stop it boa' that's nonsense
You ain't got no killers conscious
Make money like I'm Mitch
Do dirt by myself
Not worried bout no snitch
Glock on my hip
Servin' out zips
Bad lil' bitch
Cute face and she thick
Stuff her mouth with some dick
Stand up man I cannot slip
Pour up sum' drank then I just sip
Let's talk about licks
Let's talk about bliks'
We strapped with those
When we runnin' in yo' cribs
Like polo he get stitched
I sauced the fit
Then I Check my drip
Louie on my back and around my hip
Bitch
(Ayy)
We bout' action like double 0 seven
Yo' soul in my weapon
F*ck a opp'
We Flaming up dead
In every session
New opp thot
She do cocks
Explode in her mouth
Like pop rocks
New chain and watch
Don't reach just watch
30 hang out the lock
Nigga don't get popped
Hold up
Let's roll up
Keep glizzy'
They tryna' smoke us
Ima' Pistol totin'
Opp pack smokin'
I'm the one that's chosen
Nena black like Folgers
Catch em' we gone poke em'
Buss his head wide open
Like Batman, I'm robbin'
Bitch Ima' goblin
Kill the f*ckin' beat
Damn I put it in a coffin
You don't want no problems
Rubber bands let's get it poppin'
I'm mobbin'
She givin' me noggin'
She toppin'
She slobbin' on my Johnson
He say that he shot em
Stop it boa' you flodgin'
Stop it boa' that's nonsense
You ain't got no killers conscious
(Nah)