Express Myself

No, no, no, I got a bang She crazy, one of my dogs will see me broke, I know he mad She crazy, pass her head up for no explanation, wanna kill his ass I got no heart, I got no soul Put that shit inside my Glock So when I blow this bitch, she flame But this shit come in from the heart How I express myself (kill it) How I express myself (drill it) How I express myself (spill it) Ma do call my phone like Lee She wanna see me in them trinkets I feel like Ryder, I made a way He niggas know I stand on business Salute the slime, love nudity Chat my line, but I don't work me If you see drill, then you see coin Best believe 308 with me Nigga had to pay the drill to step Nigga, I step for my revenge With this street shit, ain't no riff All see white flag when I surrender Wartime on my side, B.P. ever whip, I get in Way too real for the engine, I rock my life They rockin' up, nigga, like to fit in Hogan, Austin, y'all dead The only problem, know how every child is Stuck two hundred into Louis bag Ma do cause die right now, phone line, nigga She crazy, one of my dogs will see me broke, I know he mad She crazy, pass her level up for no explanation, wanna kill his ass I got no heart, I got no soul Put that shit inside my Glock Soon I blow this bitch, she flame But this shit come in from the heart How I express myself (kill it) How I express myself (drill it) How I express myself (spill it) Ma do call my phone like Lee She wanna see me in them tricks I feel like Ryder, I made a way He niggas know I stay down business Her 25 plus 25, walkin' with her like (50) Before I let my dog go down on the road, I kill him with this shit Before I go buy bricks and bags, I go buy a building The rats hold on BJ and throw like down Feed my kills, hunt your bum baby He still sittin', they pull the hold on Her fat J3 hit wide, feel like it's time I need a load on Ice, ice, no emotion, I didn't real, I should skate on I'm puttin' some more work when I die, they chop all my tombstones Shit crazy, one of my dogs gon' see me broke, I know he mad Shit crazy, pops head up for no explanation, wanna kill his ass I got no heart, I got no soul Put that shit inside my Glock So when I blow this bitch, she flame But this shit come in from the heart How I express myself (kill it) How I express myself (drill it) How I express myself (spill it) Ma do call my phone like Lee She wanna see me in them tricks I feel like Ryder, I made a way This niggas, know I stand up in it