Basic Instinct (feat. G Perico)

Late night **** at the Shell deep

Bird out, gang signs to the pale beast

Big guns, long clips and they well grease

Black woman on my twenty dollar bill crease

Head shot, man down in the ville, sheesh

Enemies, emcees that get Swiss cheesed

Double back, ten minutes made a big scene

Bullets start flyin' by a ****, that's a sick breeze

While I'm here, take a pic please

You know legends die young, rest in peace Prince and Pimp C

From the block to the big leagues

Self-made millionaire, white America ain't pimp me

Don't tell me it's skin deep

Don't tell me that I'm trippin', only listenin' to my instincts

Step back for the increase

Hussle ain't got it mapped out, know the feelin'

Yeah, look

Late night **** on 109th deep

Choppers out incase a **** try to come creep

Bitch trippin' 'cause I'm always in the street

Bag of money in the Beamer on the back seat

Bitch, you gettin' paid or you playin'

Broke ass **** always runnin' 'round hatin'

See an unknown face, where you from?

Is you bangin'? Heard your name before

You that **** makin' statements, uh

So what y'all got? Gang of **** in the cut pointin' red dots

Lil' skinny ass **** callin' all shots

They send the snitches tryna get a **** knocked off, uh

Fuck all cops, to a million dollar spot when I slide off

Chuck the deuce in the G when I ride off

All luxury shit for a young boss

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