Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Harris
Songwriter
Lyrics
Gather round
Yo heh
I wanna tell you a story
About I raised myself up
Took the mask off blast off
Hang my belt
Aint a match lost
Back off
Reign my hell
Spit
Ello ello ayy
Bitch
Mic in the ring
Pick a poison lil featherweights
Heres a tip
Better wait
Double take
Get grip
Pistol ain't gona save ya kid ass
You ain't at the crib
Glass pullin at ya ribs
Crash boom into the Benz
Say a uber fuckin did it
Get it
You ain't livin what you said
U ain't proof of what you did
Put a milly on my head
You won't pull the trigger bitch
Catch a fully hollow tip
And (pop pop)
Red all on the blacktop
Peddling a crackrock
Like I'm
Back on hazel hill
Yall just lil pussy puppets
I might catch em sleep
Where you stay is gang related
Bet that I could pull some strings
Take me back to hazel street
You should be afraid of me
Proof is in the papers G
Pull it check it a to z
You ain't readin me
U see through a peephole
Got too many sons
Say in Spanish
You ain't hijo
Flow is fuego
Opps i meant fuego
On fire hell bent
I'm a A hole
Can't go a day without roastin
Ya aim low with ya shots
But I aim for the cakehole
Every day you go an walk this earth
Know a Glock sits
Perched under my fist
I itch
Let it disperse
Wait! Wait!
Get a Stretcher for ur punk ass
U ready to be violated
I debated in my mind
And made it up
Skip the rubber bitch
You all already fucked
Yo yo
Nice This is Ds day
Shoot like a free play
You don't wanna see me
Coming through like a speed train
Full packed game
Hit twice
Like a replay
Ooh I'm lit
Midnight on the freeway
About I raised myself up
Took the mask off blast off
Hang my belt
Aint a match lost
Back off
Reign my hell
Spit
Ello ello ayy
Bitch
Mic in the ring
Pick a poison lil featherweights
Medictate the kid
U don't wanna see this
They ain't never Cena
Another do it like me
Too nice with the speak
Crucify like a t did
God like a genius
Miles in between us
Phallus what D is
I'm gonna swing this
Bound to the tree
Like lions hyenas
Bitch I'm goin off
Better step ya game up
Donald went and came up
Now I ain't a lame duck
Shots and I aim up top
Make a name I'm not
Gonna sway
Get the pot
Drop raps in the AM
Hot like a egg pan
Crack like a rock
Yall mops
Get a bed pan
Yo
I can go all day
U can get a battery
Talk ice
I'm a iceberg
Seein half of me
See you at the top
With my crop
Shoot ya from the balcony
Nope not done
Great
Loud like a pop gun
Wait
Bust mouths
Like a brace
Punch out
Play a game
Wit me now
If you aim to get down
Then don't wait
Do it now
I'll be patiently
Countin the days you around
Cuz the loudest of mouths get the fade
Homie bounce
Stay away
Cuz my anger
Be holding me down
I don't claim to be greater than thou
But I'm proud
Wow
Writer(s): Donald Harris
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