You know we can be active you know I don't know what these other niggas doin, throwing me off Real 187 shit nigga, Big Flock nigga
Don't believe these rappers, they ain't active (Nah) If you is, then please show me some (?)(Please) These bullets hit four metal jackets Don't make me up this dog ‘cause it's attacking My niggas holding mommas captive (They is) I'm calling shots because i'm the captain(I am) In the field, EA no Madden (EA, EA) I'm from the Manner, we ain't got no manners (Swerve, swerve, swerve) Ain't no standard in these hammers (Damn) My gun plug that nigga a bamma Bandanas ain't no Juul Santana I call my man, and shot up his group up on camera (Boom, boom, boom) He promised he was gon harm me (He did) Told some niggas he was gon rob me (Ha) Head shots to that nigga The only way to kill him, like he a zombie Speaking of zombies, zombie chips up on this choppa I'm Glocka Bin Laden B308 better pull up and cop it Get in my way, and you become a target (Damn) Two Bics on me so we parden my posture Long Mac like 90, like that bitch an ostrich When we slide with it, it spit up like it's car sick I ain't from the O, But i'm a felon that's heartless All these niggas stole my style, they must need it (They must need it) Don't need no credit from you guys, I don't need it (Nah, nah, nah) Don't need no credit from them dudes I put on You can hear my swagger all on it's own But if i'm wrong you can tell me I'm wrong I'll wait
Ha ha ha ha ha Damn (Damn damn damn) Am I wrong? Haha nah, Ight I'm gone (Yeah, Haha)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
