Lyrics

Smoke about a zip a day boy this shit real Niggas kill every day boy this shit real Nines, AKs in my trap boy this shit real Try to play me you get whacked boy this shit real This shit real Pouring up a pint of lean boy this shit real Everything ain't what it seems but this shit real This shit real Pull up on your block boy this shit real Hop out with them 30s and just letting off shells Whipping chickens and I whip them bitches as well I'm a hitter by myself cause niggas a tell Niggas goofy as fuck, you can't confuse me Do a drill with this nine or with this Uzi These niggas little niggas I swear they where my shoes Just ate, still hungry, where the food be? You say you getting money nigga can't fool me Ain't going in the club unless I get in with my tooly Try to play me I let off that fucking Glock quick With a mop stick and aim it at your conscience I go crazy for the gang I go crazy I'm riding in a foreign with a thot smoking lazy Put me and Fredo on the drill we go crazy And all that sucker shit you talking just don't faze me Got the fucking SK with 100 so amazing Smoking out this pound, yeah I'm steady flaming Got the fucking chopper I hit your block and get the spraying Leave your fucking block with bodies just laying
Writer(s): Kelly Govan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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