Lyrics

Now it's back to the block Toking Aks while we serving the rock Uppin' the score when I creep on the ops He started leaning cuz buddy got shot Buddy was scared, thought buddy was hot I'm stacking my cheeses I'm collecting that cheddar Aim at his dome Like I'm snapping a header Claim that you shoot But I shoot it better Leave 'em with holes Like a Kanye sweater His mom mad yeah His mom fed up Foot on the gas No, I won't let up Diamonds like mustard These boys can't ketchup Blood on my shoes Like I stepped on ketchup When I up I shoot from the neck up Pull up sketch Gone get you wet up Toke two poles Like I'm lil tecca Toke two poles Like I'm lil tecca Uhhh Now it's back to the shits Don't give a fuck bout a hoe or a bitch He claiming he real I bet buddy gone snitch And if he move wrong Throw his ass in a ditch Don't leave the house If I don't got the blick They feeling themselves But I'm really the shit Used to crack cards Now I'm really legit I hear a beat once Then demolishing it I go crazy Start a mosh in a pit I'm not at the crib Momma throwing a fit Dinero gon' slide This shit gon' be a hit And if they want smoke Then Johnny gone pop him Hit 'em two time Buddy gone drop em Straight outta Compton We straight outta dade Boy bout that money you know we don't play Pull up to crib Shoot yo ass where you lay Pull up with the Glock Hitting these licks on these bums We can meet up where you want Got a .380 pull up in stolla, deflate out yo ego u ain't talkin' so much I don't be talkin' to punks I'm from the swamp, not a pond Always got jewelry on Always be flexin' these guns The watch, the tats, the cash, the drugs I could neva give a fuck Shorty mad I'm nonchalant I could drop hoes if I want Dominican girl at the spot The darker the berry the sweeter the juice Like me a melanin queen in my room Need me the gangstaest bitch wit me too When we slidin' she pass me the tool Gas up your homie we blow out his fuse You a lil bitch to me Jit it's yo tendencies You don't even fuck with yourself so how in the world can you even fuck with me Lyin through your teeth Talking that shit when you got my address stay hittin' my line knowin' where I be You'll stay in my shadow that envy will win simply put lil nigga yo spirit's weak This nigga not even from Florida so why is you reppin' that shit, uh (fake) You'll never outgrow that mentality nigga you really a jit, uh (shame) Earned the position I'm in but you hate watchin' me win, uh, (hate) How is u callin' me kid when you stay in your crack momma's crib, uh (bum) Nigga u not bout that action a crackhead gave you a fade, uh (kapow) Nigga so desperate he bribing a crackhead to suck on his dick, uh Sorry ass clown that joker makeup really a fit, uh At end of the day lil nigga you came out a peon, a pick me, a lame ahh Goofy ass bitch Don't forget that we not the same, (nuh-uh) Want violence, I'll buss at yo brain Lil bro can slam you again These shells got carved in your name Hollow tips will put you in place If you want I can make you fried face (google it) Then hop in the booth and rap on yo name Make no mistake, you a lame I suggest you stay in yo lane Cut your oxygen snuff out your flame I don't take disrespect as a game Weighing 140 pussy got tamed Make examples outta niggas all day Watch how that macho bravado will lead you to nothing or an early ass grave This the blueprints to your hate No this the blueprints to your grave Bitch I'll pull up with a noose and revolver choose you a way Wanna act hard play the part These Hollow tips will tear yo guts Once you stir the water up this typhoon never fuckin stops, sink
Writer(s): Johnny Melgar-perez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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