Gang Shit (x7) Shout out to the nigga swervo nigga Shout out to the motha fuckin to the 3 six mutha fuckin mafia
Imma start it like this if I don't run it Ain't nobody else gonna run it like I do Remember was robbin niggas Had them walking around naked like erykah badu Whatever you want then we got it We got them big choppas hitting yo spot too And trigger on the forty homie just hope you ain't dead when it at you Cheese cheddar or something Get hit with the glizzy Beretta or something Get hit with the heat like you stepped in the oven Get hit in the head thats a messy concussion Boy I'm a vet you a rookie or something Rock blue I'm a monster need cookies or something Get tied by ya neck like a hoodie or something 40 sneeze boy ya boogies or something Who do you think that we scared of, not you Ice got me sick, achoo You think im a bitch, not true When it come to the rapping I'm top two Feel like a wraith in my coop Cuz I feel like a star when I ride thru Say thats your bitch, well mine too Pussy was balder than caillou Damn it I feel like I'm Herbo When I'm in the whip bout to drink imma swervo Look at my bank account When I read the amount imma feel like a nerd tho I got the turbo riding fast if you play its a baby bag Look at my pockets, see how they fat bitch its a lot of cash I don't know why they mad I can tell they lying motha fucka I'm a polygraph Dope shop on the back block it'll knock em out like an Ali jab Riding past when I'm walking past you can feel the drip from my new sneakers Got a new bitch for the first time at the restaurant she a new eater Fucking the twins nah it was triplets present on Christmas bitch I was gifted I got a thirty [?] bitch I'm shooting at his fitted I got a drum and a stick hold the choppa like guitar thats a rock band Caught a nigga walking with his girl killed them both it was not planned God damn, lil nigga almost lost his life when that Glock jammed Izzy nigga don't hit em with the red light treat him like Roxanne So I hit him with the green dot Bring out a fan, he hot Call paramedics, he shot Say that he gang he not I be one hunnit like I be Matter fact 150 like dream team I put that boy in the i.v when I hit that nigga with the mean thing I put his face on the t.v matter fact I put him on the flatscreen He kept on sleeping I ran up and hit him but he ain't waking from his bad dream I gotta run shit I'm with the dumb shit but the dick up in the glizzy I love it I wanna kiss on the glizzy and hug it Imma finger fuck it imma touch it, fuck on the glizzy and bust it I wanna but that bitch up in your stomach I wanna Cath a nigga lackin its gon make the glizzy so horny its nuttin They can not see me that nigga like Stevie That boy wanna be me that nigga my clone Leaving him staking boy do we smell good cuz I spray him like calone I got a thousand plays on my phone [?] Niggas be calling me president Izzy cuz I'm on the trap and I'm sending a bomb I keep it rolling like I'm going down a hill Bro popin pills ain't no Advil Shot in his face now he look like he smiling boy why you mad still I'm on the stove like I'm a chef Blow like a whistle like I'm a ref Having them bitches like hue heft Boi ain't a shooter he missing the netTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
