Texty

Yeah Stand up, I'm in the building (EVR) Big 49 my gangsta (yeah) Don't play with us Yeah, niggas know shit from sugar (yeah) Nigga know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling (to the ceiling) I'm know to get 'em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy's son (yeah) I'm staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don't play with us (don't play with us, yeah) Steppin' in them trenches (huh), no pictures, don't like attention, hmm I'm a demon's seed, they still can't figure out these killings My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her I ran a nigga down to my demons, I keep that dog around likе Peter Got a 50-round drum in the back of that trunk, hе pull in, we gettin' him done (ha) My lil' gangsta wanna kill, I gave him the word, now he my son Catch his ho, knocked off her bun, he speak on business, cut his tongue We fuck niggas up for fun, he still breathing? We ain't done Yeah, we fuck niggas' hoes, I throw my fours up for the four (yeah, yeah, yeah) Just leave the door unlocked, I'm in the trap, my mama know (ha!) Still stealing out the store, a millionaire with shit to lose (yeah) These niggas pick and choose, I ain't got picks, these niggas fruit I tell a bitch to throw it back, we get pulled over, she stuff her cat Ross is trapping in the 9, this bitch doing jumping jacks Whip that choppa through the house, if you wanna live, better hit that floor And I'm not tripping on no ho, I'll feed a bitch a 4-for-4 Yeah, niggas know shit from sugar (yeah) Nigga know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling (to the ceiling) I'm know to get 'em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy's son (yeah) I'm staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don't play with us (don't play with us, yeah) Steppin' in them trenches (huh), no pictures, don't like attention, hmm I'm a demon's seed, they still can't figure out these killings My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her I ran a nigga down to my demons, I keep that dog around like Peter Yeah, catch 'em niggas dyin' (dyin'), they know not to try us The only thing I'm running from is sirens Alright, I'm richer than Lil' Roddy, I still be in the project My brother play with white like he a Nazi (my brother play with white) Alright, Fredo, Fredo Bang bang when you see him Big 49, he the trapper of the year (he the trapper of the year) I got bitches, make 'em do it by theyself (I got bitches, make 'em do it by theyself) While I'm still posted at my project on the step (I'm still posted at my project on the step) Yeah Alright Stand up, I'm in the building (EVR) Big 49, my daddy's son Yeah Shit around Don't play with us (yeah, yeah) Don't say too much when I come through, these niggas know the biz (know the biz) I got her ass and titties done, I damn near bought a bitch (I damn near bought a bitch) I'm in the 'Vette 200 dash, I'm doin' savage shit (doin' savage shit) 49 fly bitches to Miami just to kiss they tits (rrah) She don't take pills, she want a G6 down her throat, though (down her throat, though) I get 'em turnt then put my thumb all in her A-hole (thumb all in her A-hole) Ain't got no gun, ain't got no case, that's why the case closed (why the case closed) I spent a 60 on this chain, they ain't gon' touch nothing (49) Yeah 83 We gon' keep it ike that, they gon' keep-, what's up Yeah (big poles'll overkill him) 83, nigga (don't hit him one time) (Hit him three times, hit him five times, hit him six times) Pause 'em up Keep goin' until that bitch empty Ghrr Fuckin' reload, ghrr I'm reloaded, haha, fuck it Hello?
Writer(s): Aman Nikhanj, Amman Nurani, Frederick Givens Ii, Mason Kunka, Robert Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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