frount lawn when i clam my turf
thing should had turn,
now you f-ck with the boy
then i bet a nigga dying when i bang my nerf
ya'll dont know me little sweet little pedder
with the feet of the league
and the teeth of a beav
and the ec of a ceave
where defeat is recieve
i grew up in a city
that never sleeps
you no me,then i leve then i
stare is blank when the trigger face
lil nigga with a bigger base
know me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now
i'll make 2012 with a number dial
talking that shit; dont know who they rapping with
pause, i say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks
i turn the booth to a maggot pit
she appear when i wave the david banner wrist
gettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home
she's bitchin her dog is back with another bone
hollar for a dollar, to swallow back
i hit her right off of twitter, now follow that
i'm booking face, my network is social
young money, cash money, we coach who coach you
slow up them protools with them loco vocals
what you know to, don't do, nigga
i'm your go-tos, go-to
plot, once you try i approach you quiet with the toast too
fire, i will smoke you
tie, any man, bear hand choke you
silence is what i go to
violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on
the waist
find the burner and they solving the case
murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist
i don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play
get your pops, get popped, nigga pop off
get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off
glock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off
get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off
block niggas, by the block when its blocked off
swat looking for the yatch when is docked off
in the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause
and when the waps stop then ya top off
ymcmb doublem g, you know me
old school flow like kool mo dee
coastal flow, i move low key
make a move ot
get a brick for the low
95 south get a chick that would go
every 36 let the bitch get an o
i put it in the hood that bitch better snow
in the middle of summer, do numbers
niggas better run from us that, front us
that mac-10 with a drummer, they want us
tell them niggas run up, get done up
when that automatic get clappin like cory gunz when he rapping
that shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum
and i'm... on the way i'm going glow, i put my pressy on
30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on
i go loud around the neck give em a heavy one
and niggas sleeping on me, guess i get my freddy on
nightmare on you record labels
i tell em put the dirty money on the other table
you ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money
that martin luther king, i had a dream money
i can tell you niggas never seen money
we sellin white girl, gettin christine money
aguilera, i'm in the panorama
niggas whisper when i come through, i can barely hear em
i know these niggas looking, i can't see em though
my daddy in the grave, i make you meet em though
they call me, mister "fuck a nigga" i don't need a ho
cause i got my paper up, its time to get my haters up
i'm gone!
bitch!
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Okay now mama had a n-gga
N-gga had some problems
Then it's zero zero zero comma, a piranha
Wa-water whip, anything in my circumference
Got that work, dancing like it's f-cking Bently Fonzworth
Concert, monster, my feet too long for Converse
Louis V all over me, I'mma need a brown hearse
Encore, dead pres, hair weave on my head rest
Supercalifragilistic, I'mma need a spell check
F-ck around and get your dog shot, I'm a damn vet
How you have an AK and get killed by a?
Done, I be going dumb
She 21 with Chinese eyes I call her Soyoung
Pockets on croissant
Bread over anything
I'm busting like I'm getting me head at a shooting range
2 Chains!
[Hook: Cory Gunz]
Tell them n-ggas I won't stop stunting
Long as I won't stop wanting, fronting
Y'all ain't got nothing on me
Tell them n-ggas I won't stop stunting
Long as I won't stop wanting, fronting
Y'all ain't got nothing on me
I said, tell them n-ggas I won't stop stunting
Long as I won't stop wanting, fronting
Y'all ain't got nothing on me
I'm the fast talking pimp of the year, the year
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
2 Chainz I got you
Yo, peep what my flow bout
Make a n-ggas head spin til his eyes fall out
My team the machine, n-ggas not gon doubt
What I mean is all my Autobots roll out
Never gave a f-ck about a cop or scout
Get ya little cub chopped, then I flop on the couch
And jus watch like y'all, when I hop on the bounce
Kill the booth, hear the blood, can't stop Cor now
Sip drink, I don't bottle pop, pour it out
For my n-ggas on lock, on the block or the ground
Moving more tops than a hot whore house
Couldn't f-ck with me then, who can stop Cor now?
Smoke like a blunt, other shot call style
Call pigs, you a chicken, put the Glock on the cow
Paper describes, you ain't got now nouns
ay , you heard the voice on the face made the choice. ha, speaking on dha
apha youngest in charge you know milsha sqaure off . let me break it down
like this ...
Cory Gunz - Man, on the ski trip set up in the sona pochinos know we piggin
in beny hona. lots of specalation cause they see me with shhh! but i aint
with the drama cause i aint lil mama , i aint tryna send you out know i
aint ya father , shine baby shine i know you like my revalva last night was
close you know i wanted farther
(mad cause she sad but she mad cause you softa)
yeaa , baby you betta talk 2 me nicee (talk 2 me nice) baby you bettah talk
2 me nice
(talk 2 me nice)
Trips - uhh. so militan , i gottah issue with a hotel til full of bottles
pochohol at the pochinos room full of models, niggahs from the hood they
follow but there pockets all hallow. i aint talking bout the girl in the
bac quick 2 swallow (shawaty know's wat trips the great when you done meet
me in room 358 we on the 3rd floor got em pro. its right across the hall
which are barbie girls i caught me one 2 with the barbie curlz heading dwn
stairs my pijama party girl , its offical when you dealing with the
youngest in charge i took down maybe 3 but i play the minaj mixed all type
of girls like you one the cologe you bettah talk 2 me nice if you tryna go
far , when the bottles all ice and your girlfriend the right you betta make
sure that you talk 2 nice
yeaa , baby you betta talk 2 me nicee (talk 2 me nice) baby you bettah talk
2 me nice
(talk 2 me nice)
Slim - SLIM ! (talk 2 me nice or dont tell me nothing so you heard a couple
chicks try 2 fuck with slim room 2 62 see watsupp with them, poppin bottle
after bottle couple cupsegen , little shawty frontin on me cuss i fucked
her friend , talk 2 me nice my shoes white on white , from the pool to the
jucuz then we can get right (LETS GET RIGHT! right, neva do i write ,
shawty wanna rap so i let her rock the mic , ha friend wanna double so i
let her alib , long hair;cuteface;nice waist;ha ass big , neva the type
that be chasing a chick (relationship, aint got no patient for it, im on
the grind for now tryna get the fed shawty want me 2 hit but im tryna catch
the head (talk 2 me nice neva mind what was said she laughed when i told
her i wrote this rhyme in my head. For real was thatt!
... baby you betta talk 2 me nicee (talk 2 me nice) baby you bettah talk 2
me nice
(talk 2 me nice)
dadadadadadadadadadadadadada
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time youll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga,
They told me I was small so I wore my clothes bigger.
Alotta homies dead cause they ran with hoe niggas,
So I ain't never ran with a hit from no nigga.
My soliders 9 to 5 on the block to stay alive,
They know they gotta ride, get that rock away or die.
Ain't got no peace of mind, all they got is peace of mind
with their pistol by their side, tryin to dodge a homicide.
Cause even I ain't tryin to put those tears in mommas eyes,
Gramma know I love her and my momma know I try,
My grandaddy died 'fore I got to say goodbye,
I knew him more than daddy, daddy I ain't gotta lie.
My head up to the sky, when i pray at night I cry,
And ask father why he even bothered with my life.
Cause I ain't here for nothing but the cause of dealin trouble,
If you feel me when you hear me then you know
you feel the struggle when we struggle cause...
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time youll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle
My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle.
Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga.
For snack, I put the water in my cheerios nigga.
Sugar in my water and a sandwich I was eatin.
Showed a lotta niggas wasn't nothin sweet if I was feining.
Them suckas up the hill tryed to ride around the block,
Tryed to jump us, kept me quiet when we fired random shots.
I knew alotta legends that retired on my block,
Some niggas turned feds and put wires on my block.
But still I'm gonna ride and teein until I die,
I rep one-seven-four 'till the choir harmonize.
Militia get this money, B-X where i reside.
No matter where you bangin, keep your step in solid line.
They want us on the corner, shot to death or on that line.
You feel me when you hear me, how we really know who liein,
Thinkin you ain't here for nothin, but cause of dealin trouble,
If you feel me when you hear me,
then you know you feel the struggle
when we struggle cause..
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time youll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle
My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
its gunz here bein' here daily check on reality
my flow is mortal combat lu kang and animality
but these niggas mentality aint as big as salary
im ridin' wit da burner they got da body like calories
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
wait
take a second to respect the perspective
my whole perceptions the method: expect the unexpected
poverty stricken naked
non-believers can guess it
second they on they knees, and get necking off on me till they strepted
weapon - hand the debit
web it, man and kept it
separate van, and spread it, slit his man, and wet his fam, intrepid
f-it, catch it, wretched, sketch it, fetch it, sketch it
i'm a liar liar with the mask fuck a pet detective!
losing my cup of noodles, temper tantrums get brutal
in the mood to pull out an uzi on a fuckin' poodle
cameras watching me like i'm something to do
now they get it, admit
"so i'm spittin that shit" stick your tongue in doo-doo
like my life and career's been under vu-doo
i broke the hex, and wrote the checks, the coke connect should think i'm bluffin google-me
ho-hold, no hamo, how humble i can be?
i been watching mtv all my life, now mtv watching me
nobody knows what went wrong with me
somebody tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
this isn't the life i was born to see
what the fuck is wrong with me (with me)
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
what the what went wrong with me
mommy why you stop calling me?
why these police keep walling me?
why these bitches keep stalling me?
when ain't nothing gonna follow me
where the fucks my apology!
for putting me through such awkward psychology
wasn't for grandma i'd be dumb and dead
ha, light and skinny onion head
wanna keep me fed till her bunions bled
sweetest, i'm cheated and treated like i'm under dead
spit on after shit on, till i'm hit on, i want the meds
and all they hear is some addict a functioning junkie
maybe not, cause i grew with thoughts that no mother would want me
maybe not, cause i watched them abused the drugs right in front of me
couple pills ain't gonna kill me
couple blunts ain't gonna hunt me!
couple cups ain't gonna fill me
couple chumps ain't gonna chill me
now i'm stuck to get bucked for these couple bucks, you feel me
the only couple for me, madison and mckenzie
pay me, fuck a relationship lady, let me get busy
shit
nobody knows what went wrong with me
somebody tell me what the fuck when wrong with me
this isn't the life i was born to see
what the fuck is wrong with me (with me)
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
I mentioned success, right?
I tell em, I used to give a shit
Now I don't give 10 less, niggas want shows
Applaud for em, as I impress and inject threats with twin techs
Your kin's next, my niggas hit the bar
And park you with the guards
Who got the bench necks, I been fresh
Yes, fuck G's, your bitch ass the way out I told her "suck seed"
The problem with the league is that niggas don't want to perish
They nervous, Cory get em discouraged
That sort of verse died in that Beem and Suburban
His sort of wording, you probably see him in a turban
Disrespectful, fondling your beam while she nursing
I'm lyrically perfect, fuck it I said it
Mirror me worth it, a good look made it clearly and certain
Hold me to the age of your favorite regardless
I'm favored by the starvers who make their targets the product
This lil' nigga got some nerve, you think you Jay?
Nigga save your thoughts, think yay
My niggas pop Xannies up in nannies
On you cross-dressing trannies
On the 4th, Wessons go off at your fannies
And I want every cranny, and I'mma be grit
For every Grammy, and I did it with shit, not even Mammy
You hear me?
Had to let that bitch breathe..
Fuck it, let's suffocate her cause I waited long enough
I'm on this nigga's heels, I'm just waiting on the cuff
Threw it to him smooth, but it blew it through him rough
Pull out some shit Suge-height, jerk like Puff
Toughs like bluffs, bring the uptight stuff
Fight what? I fuck fights up
Abrupt dice luck cause a nigga Niks scuffed
Corrupt heist bucks cause a nigga life cuffs
And that's how I write stuff, making niggas bite dust
Aiite, what..
I'm rapping like M, Jigga, Kool G
A pinch of Fugees, grouped in Nas and his kufi
My group the groupies are like wet bottoms to roofies
You can be the new G, seen first in that v-neck Coogi
When that tech loogie, hacht-pooie
No lock, just pop and drop like Huey
These haties' ladies see me coming on that kaka doodie
To me, you sushi, chewy and tooshie
I'm bad like Boosie
Rap to me is easy as apple-picking is to baboonsies
I baloon his goons and lay them lead with that strap
It'll leave you scrappy, Scoobie
Act the movie, ain't what he shat, but it kept him rolling
My swag is
So overpotent, I rap like I'm overloading
Convulsions doing exploding imploding foes
And reloading foes back
I keep shit going all lax why the fuck they fronting? I'm back
The fuck they wanting with that?
Just keep mine coming in stacks
And repeat your thumb in your ass cuz you fucked yourself
Iller than some are real and I'm trill enough for the South
'88 New Yorker nigga, old school grill in his mouth
No school blocking my route
Pro Tools truck and I'm out
Those rules drop and I'm out
Position her like a stool then we pool drop in her mouth
Militia we ain't playing
MC'ing we ain't banging
Quiet riot what you saying? Green
Ha ha ha ha ha yes on the set like a bet
Who the next guest best the shit I express
Too much to ingest like incest being confessed
Lingo I possess can infest the nest
You manifest, blessed, your chest compressed
Can be digested, following a drive by
Like let's get high, eyes get tested
Lives get hectic, guys' wives get pipe-necked
Besides refreshments, I can't imagine any more than poor misfortune
Forming porking if I'm forking he's an orphan
Dwarfed and morphed into a short and awkward vulture
On the ? kind of raucous
Hit the stork like skip the door bitch it's important
Stripper store, pop a cork for Cory Culkin
Whore a story walking glory talking
For a Maury Povich audience
I'm annoying, I'm employing so I'm enjoying
Employing my shit's a dime on top of another nine
This rock could your mother climb
Shit popped another ?
Gets dropped for some other ? to get flipped for other tops
But bitch, a lot of niggas hella copped my swag
Yeah, young money, cash money, militia gangs
And they say New York city, bounce
Fuck it, I’m the youngest street nigger, time you ever know
Never ask something all I knew was mommy wasn’t home
So with niggers stood alone, with the … by the phone
Watchin Jimmy roll bones, while Jonny roll bones
There’s a hommie on my side every time I nigger(?) home
What the fuck cause when the ... blow to your … keep it goin
I’m … how come niggers … with the way I sound stones bloody …
… I jones, suddenly I phone, … rest in peace …
… on my skin tattooed to the fucking N forever
True is definition to me for the frame such a … hair
… get and … of the niggers jump shit
Never sing before they swim fit it for this rap shit
I am hip-hop hymn, ask any of these niggers .. they tell you…
Young money with the fuck a stop them see’em, pop them chop them, drop
them hot
Militia gangs being an option, no considering the reason she … drop it
You niggers got a way to talk about you out of way, niggers sound an old…
Talking about they got a lot of … , you might as well hate, cause now is
never late
The … bought to have me like my … …
They, pussy I expect like a prom date, tell you you’re a disgrace to your
fucking mom face
The things … that, my bro’s in the spot, and my flows head hands in …
night (?)
You niggers throw subliminals whether you know or not,
You’re lucky if I throw a punch before I throw a shot
I don’t spit, I smutch, shit, get the … , my niggers used to pot pick ,
now they pickin the pot
My niggers still spot stick still sticking spots
Anytime my niggers think the clock will tiki-toks
Fall back and niggers need to get a spot
I’m not bullshit I’m trying to be biggest pac, watch
I rhyme … so plane, that’s why I get it like a nigger in a dope game
I’m tied to the … road chain, that’s why I get it like a nigger in a
1,2 buckle my shoe, unlaced ears, lil mama what it do (what u mean?)
What it do to fit you on those jeans,
On your thighs so tight it's like your hips can’t breathe
Im in the spot with my wrist on freeze
N a couple of thugs with a grip on squeeze
Pair of champs on, I get my limp on
Like I get my pimp on play you just bench warm
Summertime my louis flips on
Before I make u wana get ur tip on
U said lil ron'names his own
He keeps it fly, I don’t knw wat ur mans on
See I less see once we get our benz on
U step on my nikes ices with ur chin zone
Im in this game just tryin to get my friends on
And all you blockers get defended
Now yall you tell me..
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
Just call me MR. FRESH (4x)
They like why u gotta be so fly?
Homie I got it from the street no lie
Between me n u shorty I see bare sheets
It must be in opposite the dead sleep
See me pull up in the red jeep
See me hop out with the red sneaks
See me pull up in the blue coup
Rims match the kicks blue boots
See me pull up in some green clean
Prob rockin a pair of mean greens
But you don't know I get green seems
The US prob in the same dream
Heavy glin I make my limousines lean
Aint no 1 ons we known to intervien
But I swear if I looked u in the face
Itll b like I took a picture in ur face
Or rather like Tyson hit u in the face
U waitin to take my shit now this a taste
Now yall you tell me..
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
Just call me MR. FRESH (4x)
You wanna know what im about? paper
The way u put your money let ya mouth make-up
I make ya lil mama shell break-up
Im just a lil fresh spouse taker
Ya sleepin on me homie better wake up
Ya girl just spotted me comin outta jacob
Her thoughts are probably that i got my cake up
My wieghts up i aint gotta play tough
Pimpin that's just how im livin'
Chill in spots u wich u could live in
Sippin' spinnin' women linen
We grindin' shinin' gripin' winnin'
Names exchanged digits are givin'
Slackin my mack nim slippin' my pimin'
Gonna splurge like this shit is tradition
Motha herbs got the chips
Now yall you tell me..
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
White top, red bottom, nice top, fat bottom starlet
Cars jet like sex stacks got them
Knocking on the whip like the … tracks got them
Shawty ever been to …
I start to sell, beautiful…
Pull the car, how she willing
I see how you living
Young money, cash money, I’m a star
Watch the women go watch hold the ice
They even know the price I propose
The…make you wanna go …
Feeling lucky, throw the dice,
Sound too many like me, fly streets
Light scene, … now I’m …
Pose got … city life, live tomorrow like your last
And I don’t like it
I know I’m crazy nigga, I’m loco
I’m worldwide … loco
I know I’m fresh tell me something that I don’t know
I know I’m fresh tell me something that I don’t know
I know I’m crazy nigga, I’m loco
I’m worldwide … loco
I know I’m fresh tell me something that I don’t know
I know I’m fresh tell me something that I don’t know
My big brother got my game…
If I got it then… came soon
Paws on you lames when I’m on my … goon
Flow full of..
Risen up above the bullshit in vip
I’m always seeking for a …
Fairytales that we told after
I ain’t drop dead…
Regardless she’s promised to go…
She like winners…
I like tennis… she got a nice hat…
I know I’m crazy nigga, I’m loco
I’m worldwide … loco
I know I’m fresh tell me something that I don’t know
[Verse 1]
What, yeah I'm on nigga run up
I'm runnin' with the gym blade in my fitted now
Fuck around with me and get knitted down
So much green cant remember the last time I shitted brown
Thirsty niggas aint admitting they bitter sound
Now I'm hungry to show em I'm the hottest fucking kid around
Show em how it go I dont kid around
Fuck ya crew and label go get a town
And set off and spit around
YMCMB in the bee and pee on ya bean
Why and if I see em tell em I wouldnt wanna be em
Run off gun out, gun off run out
Fuck the what nigga bring the fun out
Militia gang rap for the dumb out
Try me for a come up
I bet ya niggas raps never come out
Smooth drinking swigga with a temper like a bliquor
On the itchy finger nigga bought a liquor on the victim goin
[Chorus]
Dont you know my name?
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
I'm a pro with the dot I'm a cold nigga pop
Like cash with the flames
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
[Verse 2]
What, bitch nigga you aint saying shit
I got business on the block, Amber, Wayne and Nick
If aint depending on the watch then we made em sick
I knew a witness on the watch who became a vic
Had a wife of a life then became a bitch
Most my niggas lay the bricks so they lay in bricks
Or they laying bricks
I love the south like potato grits
But I bet whatever if you say the knicks
My niggas midwest with a plate of fix
Staged up and off the dimes and they making knicks
Caught a jooks by mistake I aint mean to get em
Shit, he was the trick he ain't need to spend em
See me in any whips bet the nina's in em
Gimme Christinas lips put the penis in em
My closet looking like I got a cleaners in em
Ya'll aint poppin tommy's ya'll are just alotta gleamers with em
[Chorus]
Dont you know my name?
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
I'm a pro with the dot I'm a cold nigga pop
Like cash with the flames
Gunz Militia Pop
What you niggaz know 'bout this
I'ma get the spot jumpin' on some all-out shit
Making all my thug niggaz wanna call out shit
Snatch ya bitch and have ya on some fall-out shit
You lil' niggaz is targets
Too hard to figure who triggers he dodgin'
Call your sergeant, Weezy Baby cause an arson
Tell the fire marshall, call the squadron
Me, I'm quite alright, off from Dodgers
Pack your paper, bitch I went back for your pardon
I done hung with the brothers from Hollygrove come for the summer
Them shotties blow, bodies go from the numbers ya hear me
No sweat, to me this is easy
Cuz all the help, I squeeze it and please it
I reps New York, young, fly Sinatra
Yeah apply the hatin', I supply the docks now
treal;., you lines crack homie, I gotcha
You tryna get out without a scratch homie, I gotcha
Yep, and I shot ya
Yep, and I wrote ya
Yep, and we gotcha
Yep, now it's over
I tell 'em get off my dick, you niggaz can't fuck with me
It's Lil' Wayne and company
You come at me wrong, just another R.I.P. song
One time equals three, Bubba Black be home
Matter fact, I'm on, whoever want it, come on
Come on, come on baby let's see bone tone
Bootleg, ya knuckle blade come outta ya leg
Have the whole block mad like you killed Cornbread
Fuck the feds, and you can tell 'em what I said
Fuck a rat, and you can smell 'em when they dead
I tell it like it is
We used to have to spend the whole day choppin' up and now we sell it like
it is
We sell it out the fridge
We wrap 'em up in baby strollers, and I know a bitch with 17 kids
So fuck you ain't feelin' me
I'm a Cash Money Millionaire literally
Fuck y'all
It's like, when them rain clouds was above
You couldn't pay anybody to show a nigga love
But now I'm gettin' dug by the real juvenile thugs
On the Island with them toothbrushes comb'll stab slugs
The roughneck types call oxes, Deuce-Deuces
Don't know what the definition of truce is
To lose it nigga you stupid
I'm wit' a movement so ruthless the O.G.'s with stripes'll feel like they
got blue shit
Yo Stunna, and I'm fuckin' with Gunna
I'm hot like I'm fuckin' the summer, or bun in a oven
Thou who cometh shall be punished
Dead, gone, run this
Up in this year, ay Young Co' I had to switch my image
Need to presidate the more folkers don't percentage
Him and his politicians, they got sentenced
Lets get in the perspective of with no objectives love
heckler spectacles riddle the festivals left of us
collectible surgical medical kit synthetical drug
intellectual thug is digestin all these vegetable grub
respectable buzz reputable so theres skeptical fuss,
my best of you doesn't mean you'll find where the rest of you was,
the rest of you was about as late as the rest of you was,
hostility in my hostel and then he gets the new scrubs,
nigga gyro hero out a hero, an edible sub,
by myself in your sectional club with professional gloves,
my set of binocular goggles scope incredible slugs..
congressional fuss aching me to depression too much
and its taking me to a level few could express through a dutch,
i walk in a cloudy state of mind with my head in the heavens
and said to this reverend i wish I was beheaded at seven..
instead its like i jetted from hell, went dead in this dead end,
A sinister sinner sentenced to get this bread with this leaded eleven,
1997 i was joyful, happy and bright, 2007 im unlawful, happy despite
dysfunctional family gatherings for the scraps who would fight,
knew i was gifted with the words how i rap what i write,
drive with a focus on the road, passin the sights,
sat on the stoop and missed them gun blast massacre nights,
ask if its right point em then out em fast as a light,
parachute arial assault niggas casket a kite,
now that i got your undivided one sided attention
im different from niggas you payed attention
now pay attention,
need i say or mention if i persuaded conditions
of playin wishes you say is business
i needed a greater pension,
your late intentions what made all my late extension
Young money militia with it
Cash Money business, we missed the hit then your bitch'll get it
Full grown, heart colder than South Fargo
Load the pockets in my cargos for what your car goes
Fuck it I can't complain, die I don't like him anyway
Took for Wayne, Mack, and Stunna to snatch him anyway
Shorty from the DVD, y'all ain't catch him anyway
Thinking look at these bird brains, I'll hatch 'em any day
Take it in acid, I'll put a bird on your bitches
Like, fuck a fashion statement, I state the fashion
Like, I'm straight smashing with an irate passion
Shit, like I hate crashing, rip like I'm late passing
I'm loyal to fam like oil to Sam
I know niggas boiling grams for foil and Spam
I'm on a track like Lebron, not annoying his man
Before the games, clap chalk and ya boy at the lane
Who game?
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas talking around
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas stuck in the ground
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas jumping the gun
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas pumping a lung
I'm the definition of staying humble
And the militia's the definition of staying mumble
Admitting you ain't in correct position to say & mumble
All you getting is disrespect cause you wouldn't lay a fumble
I'm the tiniest of them out of the fucking jungle
But I'm quiet enough to show 'em I want the trouble
Never had a shot off the backboard
I know niggas from detention that'll turn your block to a blackboard
Cory Gunz hot as a crack store
That's probably why I always got a thirsty ass broad on my black straw
Before I wanted the nigga to treat right, now I'm considering the Quran
pawn
I do the beats right
Respect or the Tek's going off like a street bike
And you gon' see his neck blowing off like a street light
Pause, creep tight sneaking beneath night
Or be the next hellbound nigga to seek Christ, aight
I don't know where they found fam
Fuck around with me, I'll make your self-esteem low as the Soundscan
Rep the city like I'm the town man
Try work it out or else you're getting stuck, wait the pound's jammed
You rap like opposite what you act like
You act like you wouldn't scratch strike in a cat fight
You scrap like you wouldn't clap right in a strap fight
Motherfuckers know how I rock, that's what I rap like
Nigga real mean, I gotta trill team
First nigga, baby grey Glock with a teal beam
Something heavy, try to make a nigga wheels lean
Quiet, the silencer make you sound like a seal stream
You can chase the cookie trick, I want the real cream
Nigga I'm trying to peel green like a sealed screen
How this feel? Looking like a shotta kill scene
you can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right,shawdy you'll see, hand
over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e
e e e e,gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g,roll wit a
winner and shawdy you'll see (GUNZ) oh oh shawdy, they dont belone,you can
gamble on me
try ya luck, shawdy try ya luck, pul pul pul pul pul pull that slot jackpot
round em up,round them up we hit that club,thow da seven up and they hold
on us,like a pole on us,they be all on us, when the booze or the mose or
the rose,hit like it aint no toes on us,you be playin o so much,but since
you waited tenidean tp and so dont touch,she so so fine,she dont know she
so so mine,i just might might go all in,if i miss one more time,one more
call one more time,one more call one more time,one more call one more
dime,one more call one more time,walderback back back back back
back,walderback shawdy know my blackjack game fat as jack black
you can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right,shawdy you'll see, hand
over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e
e e e e,gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g,roll wit a
winner and shawdy you'll see oh oh shawdy, they dont belone,you can gamble
on me
try ya luck,shawdy try ya luck,shake those dice get ottoms up bottoms up
bottoms up,pop pop get the bar blowed up,my squad and the cars roll up and
the gurls show up cuz they all blowed up and they all get money and they
all thowe it up,shawdy fold yo deck holder for that malicious soldier bet
for bet we do it back to back like we getting mo bucks,you with him you
know what he just mad cuz we all roll up cuz we all showed up looking all
grown up and we all getting money and we all thowe it up like ayy bout a
stack where all my riders at where my sophisticated mama trying to slide a
stack walderback back back back back back,walderback shawdy know my
blackjack game fat as jack black
you can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right,shawdy you'll see, hand
over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e
e e e e,gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g,roll wit a
winner and shawdy you'll see oh oh shawdy, they dont belone,you can gamble
Hook:
Round round smoking weed with my foreign bitch
Round round smoking weed with my foreign bitch, foreign bitch
my window down on grind to my my new shit
got my new bitch, got my got my new bitch
I don't cop for no jades they say them hoes who freak
got the pound for no pussy fuck them hoes who freak
that bitch is on deck
You know how to fuck our team
puffing but my boo, cups of ..with my crew
they..the sun, street falling that hurt
fat ass in my lab she pulling my shirt
cameras all in my belt, bring bringing my scalp
high is all the things up, showing all for myself
real next to my mikes, things chatting my spikes
low right no chick, right behind my bike
barney pissing my sprite, Christmas grintching my switch
ballin on em all night, me and my bitch
call em hoes more miley, call em hoes more drink
sixty racks in my pocket, all them hoes going thing
..dripping I'ma get tipsy, sipping I'ma get gripping
make the chopper get choppi, different I just get cocki
no lip of mine no kiss poppin, sleeping I just get sluppi
haters in my set why they all in my mix
y'all can all get next on my deep bitch
[Hook:]
Yep and it's time for guns to get lifted
it's time for guns to get lifted
it's time for guns to get lifted
border brick for my kicks, border brick for my click
couple trons for my kicks, one for my bitch
they ain't searching no woman I just..that two pocks
ping pong in that grinding, feel like holla grand two pocket
gangsta party bust the big chocking
I don't care what you're rolling as long as I'm smoking
damn I love to see money but I show it
memory of keep money mental for my moment
..for that I'm.. watch yourself 'cause I'm mad
get the fuck at your bitch ass
paying won't be.. I ain't tryin to get violent
I wish tryin to get wasted
only time I'm smiling is when I get faced it
take the time taste it, David..basin
put the bag in that lab I get..
take the time taste it, base it
take the time taste it, David..basin
put the bag in that lab I get..
I’m on a train and carry on my family name
And wishing game to win the same ..of the change..and flame
…the game to complain for that …my game gang bang.
Please somebody walk on the ….and shawty ….don’t be
Like I’m wally…on the door from the flame ..streets..
I sleep… see snakes…
The ….shits..they convince..any nigga get …they can get it
…my nigga … and nigga couldn’t scratch me …and nigga couldn’t
catch me
I’m on a train and carry on my family name
And wishing game to win the same ..of the change..and flame
…the game to complain for that …my game gang bang.
I’m on a train and carry on my family name
And wishing game to win the same ..of the change..and flame
Ahm shit, look what the wind dropped
A group of hooligan …
Army for .. look like a black cleans member
..for respect I was… now
Kiss somebody on the set… coming now
You’re trying to plan something, cut the check
My niggers act like they ain’t got nothing for respect
Make a nigger, let the .. eleven off
Nothing but a fire crack, almost seven forth …
Rapping till I die and if you’re trying I set it off
Pardon my mother fucker G show…
I never kick…
Got the four… at a cheap sale
But I ain’t get it at a cheap sale
Still… now I practice what I preach well
I’m cashing money like an immigrant
That’s why my baby momma try to get a nigger lynched
I look at Mr. Nice down the mirror
I said I ain’t get the fuck and I ain’t seen a nigger since
Dirty South Bronx with a …
For… I could put you on a doodle bag
You know I keep a cannon
Wherever I'm standing
First get the stamin
Burst get to blamin
Wallets get to dropping
Purses get to handin
Shots get to choppin
Church get to jamming
(Pray bitch) it's militia
Toast to the g game
Twist a nigga, rope em up
Tryna hang how we hang
Give me an evil eye
This isn't my planet
Wasn't intended ended if it hit and then it landed
Ballers on they're new court
Niggas move when I move
You could talk what you port
I'm a shoot when I move
Actin like a dick head
Betta keep it whipin
This is a new era
My whole teams fitted
It's M up till I'm M down
Niggas see the logo
I ain't got it in me to kill em, how do they know so
Never saw me bang out
But truthlessly, ruthlessly, with the ooz you bruise profusively, groosemly
till you drain out
You know I keep a cannon
They waiting for my wake so I sleep with the cannon
I creep with the cannon
Cause I be stackin money, niggas be actin funny
So I be actin dummy
I eats with the cannon, I shits with the cannon
Comma, cannon, Obama with the cannon, osama with the cannon
I'm affiliated with the drama, with the cannon, I'm affiliated when it's
drama, get the cannon
Why am I violent
Siolent in my moment
All of my components
Will never be opponents
Only thing I trust, cory gunz got a loaded
If they don't pay respects, why I send you a condolence
In case you didn't notice
Nigga this is my time
Front and get your back ache
Tryna run on my nine
Put the bread on your head
Enough for you to wonder
How I turn a beauty rest into one that you do under
Typical, despicable, irresistible, criminal, intentional, gimmical, mental
conventional, lyrical, subliminal, instruments, sentimentalist, send ya
mentalist and ventriloquist, all the fibrulous you blunder
You know I keep a cannon
They waiting for my wake so I sleep with the cannon
I creep with the cannon
Cause I be stackin money, niggas be actin funny
So I be actin dummy
I eats with the cannon, I shits with the cannon
Comma, cannon, Obama with the cannon, osama with the cannon
I'm affiliated with the drama, with the cannon, I'm affiliated when it's
drama, get the cannon
Gimme some room
Got the pump with the strap
So the strap is the pump
Ju-ju-jump at the jack
Got the cannon for drama
Call that drama with cannon
Gangsta grillz on yo bitch asses, ya'll understanding
We don't be giving a fuck
We be giving it up
It's militia till dust
[Chorus] x2
Sleep nigga, Bedtime.
Flatlinnne, Redline.
Ain't a nigga fuckin with my bread grind.
Sleep nigga! Bedtime.
[Verse 1]
Yeah, South Beach, freak chick, mouth piece, feet kicked
Stacking paper, need whip
Fuck you jacking hater, heat clips
Thug mode, grind zone
Nigga Oh, mind blown
Live up to my name and spot that ratchet bitch.
You can find me where them killers make them caskets sit.
Paper chasers, dominated
New nigga, nominated.
Chyea, everybody and they momma hated
I don't give a fuck about the commentating.
Chyea ha! I be around that yay like J.
Never hustled but I'll bust Trey like Ray.
On a nice day, that's word to vice, yay
That's how them real niggas roll the dice play!
[Chorus] x2
[Verse 2]
Yeah, fuck it let em' hate a nigga made it.
These niggas say it but it's never demonstrated.
Talkin all this baller sportin but its not illustrated.
Niggas snitchin if I diss em I get litigated.
You need twenty-thousand on your whip for daytons.
Nigga I blew twenty-thousand just on shit to skate in.
You smoking regular shit, rollin raddish.
That's prolly why your d*** gotta fuckin a****
Yeahhh, Snow flowin like the fuckin Boss.
You suckas soft, sucka soft
She said she love it when I rap fast.
She nab ahhhh!
Young money
PD, yeah, macka gon' her
I'm a Millionaire
I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind
Cause I don't write shit cuz I ain't got time
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of that chit cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper
Got the maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin
Tell the coppers...hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em
I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em
You drop 'em cuz we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher
Yeah motherfucker ha
I'm Millie in here with them Young Money millionaires
Think you really pop a wheelie in air
Mac Millie..the Vanillie's in here.. I'm a rascal don't get whopped
I get brats who don't give top
I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could never put a brake on
And I break on anything a nigger take on
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigger like I'm
Akon
Cause I make cons where the base gone, get the base blown
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops I'm kamikaze drop a rock with
them Obamas
Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime
Fine, chilly gitty on the grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line
Plentys in me, any guinea's with 'em bigger than a mini and remind I'm
Illie and its all off G piece and a PG walk by beep beep
With a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep..
She caught by Weezy F, we be the best
Truely to death prove me the rest
Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha
young money
nay nay, daddys better
A millionaire I'm a young money millionaire
What chyall really want it now
Y'all don't really wanna do it
If hip hop is dead I am the embalming fluid
And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it
Notice I say it cause to me, it ain't shit
Get it.
Call me whacha like trick?
Call me on my sidekick
Never answer when it's private
Man I hate a shy chick
Don't you hate a shy chick
I had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo'
She changed her name to my chick
Hahaha, yeah boy that's my girl
And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world
Totally dude you should
See their faces when they see that
This robot can move
And its like...
Hahaha, yea
And it go...
Thats right
I'm a millionaire I'm a
Young money cash money fast money
Slow money mo' money neva low money
What is that, who is that, I never heard of it
I will take your picture and make a ‘rest in peace' shirt of it
Tell those niggers beating to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz
I killed and now don't tell no one you heard of me
It's like, the beat was screamin, murder me
And I'm a, murderer
So I murdered it
And you niggers is what I eating I'll make sure of it
And he who don't believe me I'll make dessert of him
Sherbet him, I mean
Shame on him, or her
Carter, Father of
This rap thang, this is my race
Gon' take a lap man weezy baby's nursery
Now gon' take a nap man, it's nap time
I'll holla back at you at snack time
Weezy... F... yea, ok
They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand where is Erykah Badu at
Who that
who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't bic, but I keep that flame
Who that one
that do that boy
Y'all knew dat
True that swallow
And I be the shhh
Now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I'd like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha
And I'd rather be pushing flowers
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
See Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower
Call me or Mower
Boy I got so many girls like I'm Michael Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Man, life, just ain't life, without me
Hip hop just ain't hip hop, without me
Yea, welcome to my base
South Bronx in the reppin, with my weapon on my waist
Steppin caution, I want my collection on my plate
Pretty sure that mine want my errection on her face
15 in the Beemer, I showed em how I flow
Many ladies they love me but do I love em? Oh no
I get money so like the money they with me then let go
They catch a nigga for rhyming, they tryna give me and they told
I tell em I don't give up
I'm a lace yo nigga on my time
I got money and murder on my mind
Nigga, thorazine change young Bronx
Afraid of games that'll come
I told em from the start, I'm not a organ doner but I bet you'd see my heart if you ever pulled my card
You'll never see the light if you never seen a dawg
And for a sprite we'll let em see the spark
You've never see my pay cause you've never seen my pain
Niggas say I changed, I'm just more about my part
You'll find me in the trap counting scratches in the trap
I'll be in Hermit or in the middle of the Bronx
Long story shorter than a wrong story
Your favorite rapper couldn't right a wrong, Cory nigga
I'm a your biggest enemy and I'm yo biggest fan
[Verse 1]
What, yeah I'm on nigga run up
I'm runnin' with the gym blade in my fitted now
Fuck around with me and get knitted down
So much green cant remember the last time I shitted brown
Thirsty niggas aint admitting they bitter sound
Now I'm hungry to show em I'm the hottest fucking kid around
Show em how it go I dont kid around
Fuck ya crew and label go get a town
And set off and spit around
YMCMB in the bee and pee on ya bean
Why and if I see em tell em I wouldnt wanna be em
Run off gun out, gun off run out
Fuck the what nigga bring the fun out
Militia gang rap for the dumb out
Try me for a come up
I bet ya niggas raps never come out
Smooth drinking swigga with a temper like a bliquor
On the itchy finger nigga bought a liquor on the victim goin
[Chorus]
Dont you know my name?
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
I'm a pro with the dot I'm a cold nigga pop
Like cash with the flames
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
[Verse 2]
What, bitch nigga you aint saying shit
I got business on the block, Amber, Wayne and Nick
If aint depending on the watch then we made em sick
I knew a witness on the watch who became a vic
Had a wife of a life then became a bitch
Most my niggas lay the bricks so they lay in bricks
Or they laying bricks
I love the south like potato grits
But I bet whatever if you say the knicks
My niggas midwest with a plate of fix
Staged up and off the dimes and they making knicks
Caught a jooks by mistake I aint mean to get em
Shit, he was the trick he ain't need to spend em
See me in any whips bet the nina's in em
Gimme Christinas lips put the penis in em
My closet looking like I got a cleaners in em
Ya'll aint poppin tommy's ya'll are just alotta gleamers with em
[Chorus]
Dont you know my name?
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
I'm a pro with the dot I'm a cold nigga pop
Like cash with the flames
Gunz Militia Pop
[Intro:]
If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
Real niggas walkin' through, better walk around
[Verse 1:]
Pour a pint in the 20, all my niggas be ridin'
Fuck around, see the news – all your niggas be bodies
She told me her nigga comin', she gon' put me in the
closet
I told her "go tell that nigga he won't see me in the
closet"
And if his body a bank, shotty gon' be my deposit
We run up, they run off – who seen where they joggin'?
I get the prop and the posters, shooters gon' think
it's they market
Call the trunk K-Mart, guess who gon' be their target?
No particular niggas, tell y'all set "bye"
Burnin', my chest high, look at my left eye
I know Keisha and Nina, and my bitch like Chiquita
Cut your throat like Chiquita, suckin' off my Chiquita
We 'bout it, all my niggas be 'bout it
Paper, pistols and pussy, all my niggas be 'bout it
They get to sendin' the shots, all my niggas reroute it
Sex, money and murder, all my niggas be 'bout it
[Hook:]
If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
Real niggas walkin' through, better walk around
Chopper hangin' out, it's got a drum on it
Niggas talkin' stupid, we go dumb on 'em
AK check, AR check – click-clack, bang! Aimin' at his
neck
AK check, AR check – click-clack, bang! Aimin' at his
neck
[Verse 2:]
Ridin' with my rooftop back
Light skin, tatted up – Tupac back
Rest in peace Machiavelli – macks to his belly
Swiss-cheese a nigga – turn him to spaghetti
Bunch of pussy cats, your whole team scary
Got my dogs with me, my whole team ready
Fuck all y'all, already poppin'
Got a bitch named Nina, givin' head proper
She go click-clack – headshot 'em
Stomp a nigga bloody, I've got red bottoms
Mentally insane, I've got every problem
Beef? We turn that issue to a dead problem
Cutter in the trunk, money in my pocket
They can't stop it, me and gunner takin' off like
rockets
You ain't bringin' money 'round? Nigga you could move
around
Surround your team with choppers singin' loud, that's
surround sound
Get your motherfucking chest caved
On a little heart that your vest saves
They line me by the best graves
Freaking nature, I'm a nature freak
More reason to bring your fucking camp, let's play
I'ma promise not a death thrill
Haters on my dick, alright, I see em right over my left nick
Bitch, I smoke a mile and a dipped final
Them lays to the crib iano
I'm the joker mixed with bane,
Mixed with xanax mixed with pain
It's a shame, what mixes pistol venge
Bands ain't geef, ain't led by his face
By a rope chain leak
They recognize his frame by his cold bad salt
Ass salt, they shot at volts,
Kingpin/coke, don't get high I catapult
With a bunch of ...call em students, that don't give a flonk
Living twice, I can say that...blunts
[Hook] x 2
I don't know my limits,
I don't give a fuck
I wanna get fucked up
I wanna get finished
I don't know my limits,
I don't give a fuck
I wanna get fucked up
I wanna get finished
Codeine residuin my bottle from yesterday
I go buy me a sprite to revive, to get high from yesterday like
I take a fast drag, out of gas back
Hit the cab crash, then the cab crashed
Zone from out the back spaz
That's why you always get your ass jacked, jackass
I don't ski, I gas mask, high as giraffe's ass
I'm lying, a hyena, I'ma laugh last
Buckle bash brass, knuckle gas mask, on a broll
My niggas get knock come home, floyd's bodyguards
Pullin iron, and cars, dump you
Your bitch out the sun roof and punch you
Until there's only one truth
Mumble, humble me not, I'm a ... she left me on the stoop
I did not have a mother
Chief, split us in different homes, look at my brothers
I guess all we got is each other
And manana, the cops got it
Miss hopscotch son is lobsided
Got my strange, get you knocked at it
Ply and get your grave stop potted
Everything from the machine till it stop shouting
[Hook] x 2
I don't know my limits,
I don't give a fuck
I wanna get fucked up
I wanna get finished
I don't know my limits,
I don't give a fuck
I wanna get fucked up
What up?.. baby, you know Miss Lil Lane
And I'm tuned into DJ Who Kid
I said that just now, yeah!
Nigga we're like
Hook:
What nigga blink, it's the
..get back, bitch nigga get better
Fuck a fight, nigga we're liable
Nigga try, you might not
Anywhere in the West ask them niggas cause they're on
Anywhere in the West ask them niggas cause they're on
Anywhere in the South ask them niggas is there on
Nigga, the whole New West knows that I'm on fire!
Have I ever been a snitch nigga? No!
Switch sign, dig, run, hitch nigga? No!
Do I remind you of a bitch nigga? No!
Ever catch a nigga trying to slip my niggas?
A quarter of them! I look like a fake nigga? No!
I kick chase, straight face nig, nigga? No!
Play the jake take nigga? No!
Always sure that I take niggas more
That my people pop up a few pennies under the
That I'mma pay conducting the vengence
That I'mma play on my you fuck it up, I'm mocking it
And I'm popping on lions, you're lying, you niggas
..there's rapping no other niggas
To stopping to grip my niggas
It's ..and then them niggas is
And shit my niggas, get knocking!
I'll make a name and take the fame and the blame
And you're blaming! Amen!
Hook:
What nigga blink, it's the
..get back, bitch nigga get better
Fuck a fight, nigga we're liable
Nigga try, you might not
Anywhere in the West ask them niggas cause they're on
Anywhere in the West ask them niggas cause they're on
Anywhere in the South ask them niggas is there on
Y'all
Just f*ck with my click
New York just not,
Go for my shit I'm gonna bust shots
I've been leaned down, I'll be highed up
She give me mouth, watch we ride em
I'm so drift out, I can't see shit,
But my white cup and my trees grip
Flow so dope out, I don't f*ck round
See in me bitch or just whipe down
Hot top racked on, came on cargos
I hear that drunk, emo ..know
Stack my bread right, manio ..
Horse get off mine and ride your own dick
Spray at makes bitch I'm so f*cked up say I don't stress shit
Stroke to my block get shot to death quick
And get box, get stretch risk ..
2 x Hook:
F*ck the laws, f*ck a hater of a gun total,
Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta total
F*ck a nigga ass up, leave his body total
Make his ass pay the price, giving my total.
I put a ticket on your hand just for looking at me wrong
When the thing go off get quiet like a song,
By AK bare alone, I don't know what I'll be on
But if a nigga out of pocket then I gotta get em wrong
Man down, play em down, get the fist gonna make a sound,
A holla .. then out of time, with the foreign bitch get ..down
Eyes f*ck like Bobby Brown and I'm smoking gas but a half pound
In the street club in VIP, watching ass go up and down.
These niggas lying, sofa niggas dying
I ain't tryin' to raise the murder rape but these niggas tryin'
Get em, what it mean got a glock under my sea
If you're tryin to get attention holla did you got a mean?
2 x Hook:
F*ck the laws, f*ck a hater of a gun total,
Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta total
F*ck a nigga ass up, leave his body total
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