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M1OnTheBeat Roll up, hop out and blast when man's pullin' up I'm with the meanest of dargs, them boy dem scared of us .40 bull dog, yeah, it barks, it'll definitely tear you up Serving T-T up in O, just to get my cheddar up My mother pissed when the pigs man just found lil wap Some other time I'll get my shit that she ain't heard of brah Waps when we step, the jewellery's got it tucked My nigga itchy with his fingers, so don't be playin' up They lie on tracks, we ride with waps Risk my freedom, six in the spin tryna turn man pack Bad man like Siegel, lifestyle be illegal The feds did a sweep last week, they locked like half of my people Free Skeng, free Rose, that's back road and pose Hella kwengins, that's us, man ain't gotta tark too much, they know My strip come hot like lava, them man can't come to the Gaza Run man down, grab man, ching man then I go teef in Ghana G1 work with the fork, the fork got lost, where's that spoon? If my young boy lose that food, Put one in the pot and we're scraping out two When G1 working the pot, we gather around, we're watching it lock Bitch wanna kiss and hug but I'm on the hunt for the straightest drop Bitch wanna kiss and hug, I'm tryna get rich like Ace and Mitch She want all my love, she must not know that Soze on a brick PCX sliding, don't slip, slip, catch one in the wig I ain't ever seen a bitch like this, She breaking down packs and greasin' up sticks Who wanna cross that line? I'll take that step, I'll burn that bridge Who want a rock right now? I'm taking in orders and breaking it down My young boy wanna go O, when it's M way time he's playing around Riding around, lining up plugs, taking 'em down I came a long way from being that worker Opps talk funds and guns but trust me, they ain't ever seen no burner I beg a man don't make man turn up, Skrr up, gut shot, leave man curl up Do it on the, either way, I got intent to murder A man put a hand on my skin, you dumb? Have manners The dumb little bitch was surprised when she Heard I was lightskin, she thought I was Arab I slap 0.1s for cunch and 0.15 for the ends, that's patterned Free all the guys on the landing, Punching and kicking with cases, outstanding Them man there washed on the block, They make no guwop but they still out standing You need to get your arse in the trap, Find a place on the map, hit the M and start banking And everybody's out on a mad ting 'Til I shank him, man I leave man planking 2AM, I'm on my way again to hit a shot, I'm out here vamping Night shift, it gets lonely, just cats, no homies Where's all the Carty's and Rolly's? They get snatched like cats I'm settin' up shop on my lonely, I got packs on maps Qway away from home but they come back, covert it to cash M1OnTheBeat
Writer(s): Paris Moore-williams, Omari Mosi Woolley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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