Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh (Big Blrrrd) (Red dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bro) Blrrrd, blrrrd Ayy, ayy (let's go), ayy Boogers fallin' out my Cartier, new diamonds in the face (they in the face) Turnin' up on stage 'cause I could be gone for a murder case Choppers in a big-ass 30, ridin' 'round bumpin' "Murder Day" (it's murder day) We been slidin' for ten days straight, I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth) We been slidin' for ten days straight, I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth) Opps ain't never sendin' shots, let me find out, they choppa fate I'm cheatin' on my glizzy, I fell in love how that choppa quake I'ma show you how I operate, now come live life the choppa way Ayy, bitch, I showed you how I operate, now come get with the gang (blrrrd) We ain't just doing no recruitin', you gotta go work on your aim (blrrrd) I kept it true, I was just chasin' money, it came with the fame And I'm a drug addict like Fredo Ruthless, tote my Fredo Bang, blrrrd Yeah, I got rich but stayed the same, just fell asleep in the Mulsanne (the new Mulsanne) Two new shooters, got no names (no names) They asked to whack something for they chain I told 'em I got them a extra bonus if they hit his brain I'd just rather chew a Percocet than talk about my pain (blrrrd) Yup, I'm goin' up, they done let me up in the door (you see me goin' up?) Been thinkin' 'bout them times I used to rap when nobody had none Nobody had no faith in me when I was fucked up down and broke (down bad on my luck) The whole time I was just sittin' back plottin' to take over the globe (I was plottin' to fuck 'em up) Boogers fallin' out my Cartier, new diamonds in the face (they in the face) Turnin' up on stage 'cause I could be gone for a murder case Choppers in a big-ass 30, ridin' 'round bumpin' "Murder Day" (it's murder day) We been slidin' for ten days straight, I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth) We been slidin' for ten days straight, I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth) Opps ain't never sendin' shots, let me find out, they choppa fate I'm cheatin' on my glizzy, I fell in love how that choppa quake I'ma show you how I operate, now come live life the choppa way CG live like Afghanistan, hit your block with a thousand Dracs (a thousand shots) Big Shiesty move like Talibans, always messed up, won't see my face (won't never cut my face) Chop shoot like a cameraman, hollow tip fill up all your space Almost blew my engine doing a race, SRT how we got away Always slammin' shit, that's what we on, they say it's gon' come back one day It's disrespectful tellin' me, "Be careful," know I play the dangerous way Exotic Gen 5 tan and gray, throwed off, I get the 'Stang valeted Supportin' the opps, get dropped the same way If I tell them car wash, they hop out then spray Everybody claim they demons 'til the time to go down to they place Investigators know what's up, leave out, no, I ain't got shit to say (get that phone out my face) It's CGE forever, one time for my members in the cage All them snitches gon' get put away, know we whack shit the choppa way Boogers fallin' out my Cartier, new diamonds in the face (they in the face) Turnin' up on stage 'cause I could be gone for a murder case Choppers in a big-ass 30, ridin' 'round bumpin' "Murder Day" (it's murder day) We been slidin' for ten days straight, I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth) We been slidin' for ten days straight, I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth) Opps ain't never sendin' shots, let me find out, they choppa fate I'm cheatin' on my glizzy, I fell in love how that choppa quake I'ma show you how I operate, now come live life the choppa way Blrrrd
Writer(s): Jorres Nelson, Lontrell D. Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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