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Killin Shit/ Saiyan Pride

 

Killin Shit/ Saiyan Pride

(Album: October 34th - 2019)


[Killin Shit]

Indigo

Big grin on my face, baby on that killer shit
Love my girl, I'm riding with her, she ain't scared to kill a bitch
Clutching on the.30, big stick, I'm gon' hit some shit
Clutching on a stick or a.30, I'm gon' hit some shit
Niggas like to talk and run they mouth but how you missing shit?
You know how it is, niggas like you better when you dead
Probably take the time out to even check out what you said
Long as how the ideas I had going to your head
Enemies in this life, we might be brothers in the next
Long as you keep coming for my neck, I'm coming for your head
Long as you keep gunning for my neck, I'm gunning for your head
My teacher said I'd be a trash man, I keep on dumping shit
Ain't no lames around me in my circle or circumference
Pull up on them niggas right now and watch 'em jump a fence
I was on go, moving fast, fuck a consequence
Every action that a nigga take come with a consequence
Niggas said we couldn't get no money now we flexing on 'em
Everybody who doubted my hustle, now I'm flexing on 'em
Anybody doubting on my struggle, now I'm catching up
All these niggas wanna have opinions, we ain't stressing on it
We ain't stressing on it
Everybody got a bitch opinion, ain't no stressing on it
Ain't no stressing on it
What they talking 'bout don't even mean shit, ain't no stressing on it
Ain't no stressing on it
If it ain't got ranch, baby, ain't no dressing on it
Ain't no dressing on it
Took lil' mama out the hood, put a dress up on her

[Saiyan Pride]

DB the plug

I'm so close to revenge, I'm so close to my enemies
Like we share an umbilical cord
You fuck niggas Fantastic Four
.45 leave 'em Human Torch
Same niggas saying I'm falling off, same niggas who ain't had a hit once
Same niggas in the same cities with the same bitches and the same watch
With the same outlook on life
Stuck 'cause your demo ain't buzz, right?
Ain't you s'posed to be the plug, right?
Got them young niggas throwing up thug life
If I love you, I put you above mine
If you take it for granted, that's more than fine
If you take it for weakness, that's more than fine
My success and progress got 'em mortified
Once I run up a bag I'm immortalized
I be burning bridges, baby, all the time
Hop in that coupe and immobilize
Getting global money on that global time
So you mad but he text you on local time
But my partners fell out 'cause they both was slime
Fuck a co-defendant, fuck a co-sign
Two lesbian bitches, they both mine
Talking 'bout "We single," and we both lying (DB the plug)
We from down South, we polite and kind
But you took it for weakness and now you dying
Put in overtime for my gold shine
Diamonds dripping wet, need a clothesline
Fauni pulling up, that mean your ho's mine
All my hood got more needles than porcpines
It's extended, syringes, ain't glorifying
Dog food like Scooby Snack
Know niggas really moving that
Backwoods, burn 'em back to back
Like we really got Cataracts
I'm so close to the bag, I could taste that
Fuck a bitch, nigga, chase cash
Get green for that baby, no Cabbage Patch
Seen the revenue, we jacking that
Bring the block beauty, that's my habitat
Where I developed bad habits at
Sure, he passed me the strap, I came up with that
Yeah, we used to be junkie, run off a bag
We ain't always had clothes, we was sharing swag
38, firearm, run it up with that
Wanna fuck with my brother? Get body-bagged
Put him down to Earth then send him under that

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