歌詞

Mob Fuck they talkin' 'bout? Beep No kizzy Broke-ass niggas Ayy, ayy, I ain't tryna do no bluffin' shit Just don't let me find you Naw, for real, don't let me find you (turn me up, Juu) Bitch-ass nigga I put on that mask when I want work, I'm tryna catch me a body, uh You know I'm havin' my way with the rocks, I keep a shooter beside me If you with the shit, nigga, show me you violent I still go kill, I don't think about signing Homicide on me, I gotta stay solid I showed my uncle the dope and he tried it Pull up on his block and we bombin' his spot Make everybody think it's a terrorist attack I'm clutchin' the glock with the switch on the back I'm livin' for real and you livin' a lie He say he a shooter, but I know it's cap I can't go back to me sellin' no crack I don't talk in my phone 'cause it probably be tapped Wan' get off the block, but I'm way too attached Uh, uh, I'm missin' Mari, I'm reminiscing I sell dope, so I wake up clickin' If I'm tellin' you somethin', nigga, you better listen You bitch-ass rappers ain't nothin' like savage Get on the beat, nigga know I'ma trash it He want the smoke, we gon' hit him with cancer I see an opp, I'ma burn him to ashes Mob, uh, I fell in love with that street shit, uh I call her phone and she come over, eat dick Sellin' fent' pills, got the whole block seasick Sack in my pocket, I go out and spend this shit Spin tryna kill, we don't care about the innocent Fake-ass plug, niggas really be middlemen Not sparin' no one, we tryna get it in You niggas workers, you niggas slavin' Yeah, I can pop my shit 'cause I made it I got some big boy rocks I'm savin' I got him killed 'cause he wasn't behavin' Name hold weight, but I'm not gon' save you Keep me and big boy Glock and I'm paintin' Stickin' with Chuck, lot of my niggas changin' Givin' out trust, what the fuck was I thinkin'? Whip out my gun, when I'm mad, I'll blank out I killed the opp and I didn't even think 'bout it When we in Cali, them bags get mailed out You better get this shit before it sell out Give her some dick and she not tryna leave out Put the glock on him, I'ma watch his ass bleed out Fuck from the back, probably pull a bitch weave out Don't get in your feelings, just let this shit play out Broke-ass opps, I be watchin' 'em fall off I'ma be up for a while, I'm a big dog You don't wanna get a nigga like me ticked off If they on the map, then we knockin' the strip off 12 get behind me, you know I'm gon' get lost I saw my vic and I couldn't even hit off I used to hop out gettin' my shit off I don't say shit 'bout my vics, gettin' picked off (mob) Nigga say he a G, tell him poke out his chest I'm the type nigga a bitch never met Stop all the sneak dissing, give me an at I'm really rich, I don't need a blue check These niggas wannabe, don't want no bond with me You ain't on money, I won't let you come with me Put a bitch out, ain't no sittin' home comfortably My bitch on the way when I tell her to come to me I'm not goin' home 'til I run up a bonus I'm on that money, I never be lonely I cut people off, they quick to be phony When I was broke, they was quick to disown me Now motherfuckers hope they don't catch the corona Me, I can rap 'bout shit 'cause I own it Them niggas come, I'ma go out like Tony And I got smoke, so I move around loaded Bust down my wrist and I bet they gon' notice I pour a three of that wock' and I'm floatin' I took his bitch, left his dumb ass hoeless You know these bitches be crawlin' like roaches I put the one on the two, that's the dizzy I'm on the yo with a leg in my glizzy Bitch-ass opp niggas scared to get busy Can't love bitches, cause all of 'em trickin'
Writer(s): Noah Anthony Settles, Julius Tyrone Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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