[Verse 1:] What you know about holding out big Tec? Big vest, hollow tips all up in the kid neck Po live it up, yellow stones lid it up Long Johns (siggas) tuck, it's the kid nigga what Some of your rap niggas is girls On my dick yoururpping, flappin' Fucking cartoons, These niggas guns don't go off until they say lights, camera, action yourur Swiss tell them niggas eat a dick Gun up in your face, bitch that way we won't miss Unload the shit then reload the shit Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks No lyin', your niggas seem me coming down to shoot you you'd think I was flying, 12 cylinders Brookly is mine, nigga move over Yea I'm talking to you. Fucking dick blower
[Chorus:] For all of you all, keeping you all in Health Just to see you wilding and enjoy yourself 'cause it's cool when you're fucking with a nigga like me Cool when you're ridin' with a nigga like me To all my (money making) bitches just shine To all my niggas keeping it gully just shine To all the ghettos in America, oh shine I'm gonna keep it gangster till I die nigga, sine
[Verse 2:] Check it All I need in this world of sin Is a crooked lawyer, big rims and a Mac. 10 Ridin' through the city like I'm used to this shit Fuck your vest nigga, my cells will chew through that shit Catch a breath, you ain't heard about that nigga po Murder cases diamond faces, Mat-hat-lo' Leavin' pieces of your brain on your car do Looking gully in that Bent. On that R.O. L.L. see your niggas in Hell Soon as they set my bail, I make another sell Shit I set my mind at a the early age I was gonna be paid or early graved what the fuck I gotta have, blocks to smash Lots a cash, drop sum ass This is the truth, I probably die in my coup But I bet you and them bitches that come to get me, I shoot
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[Verse 3:] I got my mind on the shipment Shipment on my mind About to meet these Dominican niggas at 9 Rhyme, rap, what the fuck is that Only thing I rap is ye, nigga die today you got it confused I ain't tryna fill nobody's shoes I'm just looking for connects nigga Doin' what I do Back against the wall Against all odds Tune in to my live nigga, this shit is sicka then oz Fightin' 'gainst them crackers them killers gettin' at us No where to run, so I grab my gun Abd start blazin', this shit got a nigga agin' I'm gonna die a gangster nigga ain't no changin' A G. faithfully, momma pray for me Little nigga go to school, stay away from me Got whores for your hustlers Bullets for your cowards and dick for your bitches up in the Trump Tower
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