I told you it was gettin spooky grim Look at these niggas like who is them? Yeah, bodies left, when I'm through with them I'm in the booth, spewing phlegm This shit is cinematic you should film Uh, told my shooter tonight we movin in I shoot the 10 gauge niggas'll loose a limb Uh, bottle of Spade lobster fried rice If this the source era? GOAT would've got 5 mics I'm just recitin my life when I write You can't afford a feature, it's a high price They shot my nigga in the thigh twice He died right on the spot The bullet hit an artery, I cried nights Told his brother we gon' ride, that's on my life 50 rounds loaded in my pipe for the fire fight Misplaced checks all over my Nike's I rhyme nice, google it nigga go check my highlights
I ain't nuttin like these niggas, and they nuttin like me See their face when they lookin from the side line I'm everything that you wanna be In your projects with all my jewels on My shooter got it on him if you move wrong Wig shot left his roof gone Wig shot left his roof gone
You already know how I move bro Machine write that mafia shit, Mario Puzo Told lil bro if he move let off the uzo Put his shit back on his stomach you dumpin too low I'm too blunted, count blue hundreds you know the usual Bitches in London love like I was Jason Derulo You pop shit then apologized you still food though Just cause you paid me for a feature we ain't cool bro It was all business, you ain't squad, you ain't GxFR nigga I stood on that corner long winters Hot pockets and chips Shit, my pocket rocket was a Glock and two clips Now it's a hundred thousand just to hop in a whip Shoppin at Fifth with a provocative bitch The kicks that I'm rockin from Kitch They say this flow that I got is a gift That's why I gotta be at the top of the list When they speak of the best, cause what I'm jottin is sick This shit that I'm jottin has gotten me rich Shot on my head and lived that some Impossible shit We stood on the block and we made chips Niggas got out of pocket then we sprayed sticks Pushed the white Wraith, when they see me they flip Huh, paint the top red like D-Wade lips, motherfuckas
I ain't nuttin like these niggas, and they nuttin like me See their face when they lookin from the side line I'm everything that you wanna be In your projects with all my jewels on My shooter got it on him if you move wrong Wig shot left his roof gone Wig shot left his roof goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
