I'm with that fuck shit Pull up we get buck quick My hoe down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch Out here since a young jit Nitrous got my lungs lit Wake up from a blackout getting head while I'm in public Ridin' through the hood like what it do? Prolly off a pill or two Pulled that .44 out they start talking like they Scooby Doo Mobbing with my potnahs We pop in no knocking Nodding off that dope and for dessert just ate neurontin Hit a stain Make a name for a lame TikTok Northside Grey the gang 2nd world eastern bloc I might rock it off the flock I might rock it off Apache I might fuck up on that bitch If she got a pack of plan b
Mane show you how that Glock work Show you how to pop first White trash young man Mop 'em up like Joe Dirt My hoe like her throat hurt Suck it for a nip tuck That bitch tried to tell me that I'm sick So what that make her? I just bought some land off my LAL Kilo of some GLD Still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP Paint 'em like a NFT Got them scripts no PHD My bitch brain insane but she only got her GED Gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers Dope game farm to table ain't no fent up in my product Huh bruh Damn son Who the fuck raised you Cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?
I could show you how to get it poppin Ruby da cherry ain't got no option All these hoes keep fuckin flockin All these hoes tryna gimme noggin Snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic Yeah I'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin'
I can't stop it if I wanted to Glock up in my foreign coupe Scrapin up the concrete S500 on them 22's Motorola phone when I'm dialing up my potnah Think I'm being followed by a fed in a unmarked Impala
Skrilla squalla what I'm after I get money hoe by any means Paper chasin' everyday I keep them rocks up in my cleats Cut me with some scissors you gon see how much I fuckin bleed But ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens
Blick on me Click on me G*59 the fuckin set Suicide til death I'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest Live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4 Make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know
I got five killas and they all down to fucking ride I can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin die Walk it how I talk it bitch and I ain't got no fuckin lisp Whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin kiss
Out the mud Out the mist Ruby take the form of shadows Follow me back from the gates of hell We regroup at the gallows I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss Leave ya body rottin' lock your soul up in the black abyss
Blick on me Click on me G*59 the fuckin set Suicide til death I'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest
Blick on me Click on me G*59 the fuckin set
Northside Grey the gang 2nd world eastern bloc
Northside Grey the gang 2nd world eastern bloc
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