[Hook: Earl Swavey] (40s) Tre pounds, I keep a Ruger tucked Niggas speakin of shootings that they ain't even do with us M-1s, ARs, and the .223s Niggas talkin good game, I don't think they want beef (not at all)
[Verse 1: Earl Swavey] Mind in the attic, lean got it in the basement Boy that chopper give you face-lifts Segregate his head when the hollow or that K hit Yeah, outlines on the pavement Got piper tech, flippin lean on my day shift These niggas hating, it don't make sense See me out in traffic and these niggas never say shit Banana clip oh I go ape shit Swear I need that money in a stack of old hundreds Double pack, watch in abundance Killing niggas for assumptions I knew that I had it coming These niggas more bitch than womans I tote in then I'ma blow it, that .40 ain't for showin' nigga
[Hook] (40s) Tre pounds, I keep a Ruger tucked Niggas speakin of shootings that they ain't even do with us M-1s, ARs, and the .223s Niggas talkin good game, I don't think they want beef (not at all)
[Verse 2: AD] Homie knows murder Says you hood neighbor cuz, you ain't ever hurt her Lil homies bust a mission, big homies doing curls Need a couple lines, all my homies down to serve We ain't from the south but we got them two liters Wrong words out your mouth, we gon' grab them two heaters I'm a west side Lantana block, two C-er Wanna play? [?] hoppin' out the two seater, get it crackin' cuz All my Athens and my Millers, show a nigga love so a loc just had to kill it Swearin "blood, whatever you need cuz" All my riders acting, we don't ever mean mug Jump out and get your head bust, talkin' like you bleeding Keep running at the mouth, be the last time you breathing Can't hug your baby momma, have your momma all grieving We ain't with the false claim, this is real nigga season
[Hook] (40s) Tre pounds, I keep a Ruger tucked Niggas speakin of shootings that they ain't even do with us M-1s, ARs, and the .223s Niggas talkin good game, I don't think they want beef (not at all)
[Verse 3: Earl Swavey] I keep a 40, Dirty Murray, I'm never lonely A/C blowin in traffic, the heater on me And if I'm whippin you knowin my feet are blowin I bust a Mich and I'm bustin the square in moments Giving you the business one time like I'm a Mormon These niggas talkin', I grill 'em like George Foreman 40, got 30, that Boston Curry Fender of Lincoln, that James Worthy I got a stick for you niggas, ain't never worried Got a M hat fitted it don't stand for Missouri, ooh These niggas talkin' bout shootings, oh that shit classified These niggas askin' me questions, boy you the FBI?
[Hook] (40s) Tre pounds, I keep a Ruger tucked Niggas speakin of shootings that they ain't even do with us M-1s, ARs, and the .223s Niggas talkin good game, I don't think they want beef (not at all)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
