Come on nigga, you know you ain't built like that, yeah The fuck you want, pussy? Look at me when I'm talkin' to you, nigga (Look at me nigga)
Look, click clack, and this big ratchet, I clap it Six pack, I heard his ribs crack and splash the wall with wig fragments Kidnappings, murders and stabbings, bitch, this shit happens Every day where I'm from, it's yellow tapes and zip plastic Who the hardest out? Point him out, my razor carve his mouth Tuu, what you talkin' 'bout? I been the illest since I started out I'll have my Akh run down on you with the carbon out Hoodie on, big beard, shootin' like James Harden out (brrrrrr!) Whip it, let the hard sit out Right under the ceiling fan 'til it dry, chop it, bag it and sort it out In G bundles, my heat muzzle We up 'til 5 in the morning in your bushes You pull up, you in deep trouble Free my lil' nigga doin' all the time He 17, when he come home he'll be 49 For a robbery gone bad His brother got killed, nigga probably gone mad Got the Masi from standin' in the lobby with raw glass Make a call to my dog, your body be all stabbed Go 'head, try me and I'm probably gon' spaz An undetermined amount of shotties we gon' blast More bodies, bring more bags I need more boxes and more slabs, nigga I be with 16 year old psycho rifle holders Snipe you twice, your life is over My razor break and choppin' white and boulders Snatch your life, I'm Whitey Bulger Move the white and ice the Ro' up, you know us
You know who it is, fuck niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
