Lyrics

Hand on a bible These words I speak is truth I felt like fuck rap Til quest got me Back in the booth Like spit that shit It's time to shine on these haters Kuz round here they get no Burn Garcia Vega Niggaz act like they live major But be broker then a hobo To drugs I did the opposite Said yes instead of no no Kuz I needed rugby polo And that lv logo Chain be flashing colors Like the lights of the popo Oh no I sold dope Went broke & sold soap Smokers coming back round That's when I serve em real dope Got real hope to get paid No time to get played Burner on that waistline So u kan fuck around & get Slayed No fun games or fairy tales Niggaz know me very well You go to trip I pop the clip U catch slugs and i ain't Throwing snails You a bitch nigga With a bitch nigga Yo krew a bunch of switch Hitters All fags with the audac To act like you some big chipper Nigga You ain't murking on nothing Nigga Get the fuck out of here fronting Talking bout u hustler & you getting that fedi This right here's a nightmare That's why my pistols name Freddie I'm on that gangsta shit hoe Like my last name Gibbs I walk up on my men To prevent women & kids From getting hit No need for innocent Proceed to give em clip Then I dip Inside of a smokers whip That I spent a 50 up just to rent He to busy smoking dope To worry Bout that piece of shit I pull up & I squeeze 4's Hit u & yo team hoe And fuck up yo Versace You think Im one of the migos Until I meet my end hoe I'm go be bout cash U think I was a gang injunction how I got the hood on smash Niggaz claim they sale'n work But they shit all trash Mane this that Big Meech Crystal That BMF Had Str8 Drop
Writer(s): Armond Evans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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