Lyrics

Scariest shit you've ever dreamed 30 out the window with that 30 worst you've ever seen With us are you in it ain't no in between Loaded but we focused bro and them done slid the last 50 weeks He thought shit was sweet Bite through it now he missing teeth Give him a forever sleep Ask him niggas know it's 2020 How Kentucky killed more niggas than Corona I can't see my aim bogus I'm a have to walk up on him The triple cross ask him if he helped us whack his homie I know Von gon hold it even if he had to eat bologna He ain't no scary on his holster leave a nigga shirt holey Then right up to God Mr. spin them all in a different car Tryna get it finished up we spinnin' tryna end the war Redding out here coaching his little soldier wish I listened more Trapping and my Mack got many in the kitchen drawers Cross the country I connect the plugs I'm the extension cord I'm a real boss ain't no way we stand on equal floor I'm a be right here for sure Just hit me if you need some more Interior cherry clan inside the Lamb Member when I got you out that jam Who ain't let it cram Who ain't sit outside them niggas house 3AM Nigga we don't do no plan It's oil over Xans like its bookies over Za Over 20 gang members when I push inside the spot We them niggas that's on God Attorney want his wad Prison priors prolly do me janky but it's mob As blood been on this job we gon throw the lob Pourin' this fo' inside a little ass soda pop We got selections either drakey or the .40 pop Just fucked the homies baby momma at the homies spot Forever HGM and them until I'm slaughtered They ask me to leave the back door open and made a offer 6 or 7 grade we was stampin shit wit revolvers I can get you clipped for a trinket on my daughter It goes, 'Hudadada' I ain't selling the chop cause it got sentimental value Usalama mandatory keep the killers 'round you When they found him he was stiff staring into space With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face I ain't selling the chop cause it got sentimental value Usalama mandatory keep the killers 'round you When they found him he was stiff staring into space With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face Lil bruh gon' beat the case Use your head knowledge is power Moving with my stunnas still clutchin' I'm feelin' funny Rappin' got me hot but I'm still in it bruh dealin' for me Cleaner than Easter Sunday Cup full of Easter Pink Hardheaded nigga church service I went to sleep Thankful for the addict's perc 30's they pay the fee What can they say to me It's all profit ain't no blueprint to it Just know I stuck to it Grab my stick glue it I'm prepared for anything These streets have you in a maze In the field like Willie Mays Been through it they feel the pain Rap game fucked up man half of these niggas lame Gimmicks ain't agin' shit for they image I'm feelin' strange Clarity VVS on my ting is my wrist complete How can I pay you for all the game I done gave to me Don't get it it's meant to be Ain't no sellin' sticks cause I know this shit get deep I ain't selling the chop cause it got sentimental value Usalama mandatory keep the killers 'round you When they found him he was stiff staring into space With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face I ain't selling the chop cause it got sentimental value Usalama mandatory keep the killers 'round you When they found him he was stiff staring into space With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face Lil bruh gon' beat the case
Writer(s): Darryl Clemons, Marcellus Register, Timothy Patterson, George Iii, David Grear Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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