歌词
Hundred bands why you do it to them
**** talking like they killers, shit
But we is the baddest
I put two **** in the sky
Same time I made a list
Sky been falling
Facts
Mean but nothing to cut
I was going on mallet
My **** private
Richer than your favourite rapper
If he was still here them factuals
My life a movie, you need a camera to capture this shit
On lord
Caps is poured on my dick
Bitch, take a lick, it's lit
**** ever tried to trap me
Know what they get, hit
Not a whip
The fuck is that, a stick
Backstabbed by **** who back I had through all the wars
Popped out all the calls, two charges and all
But I'm the fake one
Going to fight all my dogs like pills but you ain't take one
If they don't got a story they gon' make one
Drumming like Dreymars called the silent BG
Ain't got to prove shit to no ****
I was on full skill, on a side note
Who was sliding for your beef
Beat that hoe ****
Yous' a hoe ****
Pour some more liquor for your bitch ass (bitch ass)
How you feel if I want your body
No problem you'll get it back
Keep that quiet
Shhhh
I just want that body
Its an armed robbery
These **** snitching
Keep that silent
What that tit say
That's why I wont think about shit the next day
I'm too silent
On god, **** be happy
Said too silent
Written by: Mariel Orr