My Bullets whistle like And Fly right pass ya dome My Bullets whistle like A Hundred shots a nigga gone My Bullets whistle like I got that Typewriter tommy gun just like Capone My Bullets like 6 feet deep another homie gone
We Juggle woman and we smuggle them bricks New 750 model hug on my dick I send a hater hater a postcard from paradise The beach sandy that money got the setting right No money less stress Now all my enemies are in my book of death I'm in that Luis Bomber Yeah my car is like the stealth bomber I see popo I mash when I hit the corner Money at the bar raise the global economy Global phone leer jet recession don't bother me Herme's slippers fat ass cell Two sisters I'm so ambitious like pharell
My Bullets whistle like And Fly right pass ya dome My Bullets whistle like A Hundred shots a nigga gone My Bullets whistle like I got that Typewriter tommy gun just like Capone My Bullets like 6 feet deep another homie gone
I'm far from a legend I'll never be one Street hall of fame die with a big gun Like E-money my Troy at the sports bar I get money and blow it on a sha'pa Interscope wanna divide and conquer Momma always told me don't trust em R.I.P to Derry and Albert To get an education need a 40 cal 'cuz Lock your doors and hide your children Shortie 13 years old and he dead on linen Same day different shit
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