Location On The Flyer
(专辑: March Madness - 2018)
Put a
nigga on a
poster (Bop, bop) I
started with a
dollar (Bop, bop) Kony gon' flip that over (Flip that over) Them nice niggas never handling this style of living (This style of livin') The
way I'm living I'll probably get all the
dying presents Six mile wipe yo bitch down for a
living No Rolex dreams when all you dream about is killing (Uh-huh) They caught me loafing and they had me in my feelin's (Huh?) I
slid back shooting and watched his body hit the
ceiling Bound to heaven's gates (Gates) Kony two guns, Kevin Gates (Bop, bop) Saw the
hate Fung shui, let choppas spray (Brr, brr) Through the
Bay, watch 'em bite and turn like my momma say Gang task, always let him go 'cause he cooperate Started with a
dollar, now I'm getting to the
guap away (Guap away) Lost what I
loved, on my momma, I
don't think straight (Think straight) Losing white pockets, gang, so what's the
debate I
be by myself or with a
bitch that be busting dates Ayy, know I'm Kony on the
weekends (Weekends) Swim with sharks, baby, come in to the
deep end (Deep end) Only man I
fear is the
Lord Far as that, I
don't really think he fuck with me no more I
ain't think I
was the
nigga 'til his body hit the
floor Check the
score I
was funking with my neighbors next door (Next door) She told me "Kony, you need 10K or more" Told the
bitch "you right, you ever use Backpage before?" Now it come to me I'm a
well-known P
I'm a
player playing point guard pulling up three's Do the
bye-bye-bleed 'em 'til the
ming ming bleeding Now you know that I'm a
problem when I'm born on Halloween Well around there He from the
hood, he was downed there I
don't fuck with other hoods, leave 'em out there He was posting on Snap, he was found there Blood on his breath from the
puddles, he was drowned there I
just bought a
Rolly, on my momma, I'm just playing with you (Fucking with you) And free Jody, that's my brotha', boy I'm staying with you (Free Jody) These niggas want you dead, they'll do anything to get you (Uh-huh) They won't wrestle with a
chop that do Jiu Jitsu, bitch It be hella cold in the
summertime (Time) You ain't shot nobody, pussy nigga, stop lying (Lil' bitch) How they sliding if I'm outside at dinnertime Seen a
couple suckas I
ain't killing just to prove they lame Prove they lame What the
fame got to do with slime Prime time, do a
nigga fine, like some steak and wine (Some steak and wine) I
ain't really think she cute, so I'm from behind Life-size picture of a
nigga with a.45 Where the
slime Where the
brick I'ma pay Where's the
line Ride who? (Huh?) Niggas dying I'ma walk in on 'em with a
hammer on my thigh If a
sucka bump into me, then we both gon' end our lives I
ain't into getting punked, I'd rather throw away my life (Bitch) My Glock fuck bitches, so I'll just let her be a
dyke I
remember we ain't go home at night I'ma kill three mo' people 'fore I
change up my life Most niggas ain't got one (Huh?) When I
spot one Sharp star shooter and I'ma go and get the
job done (Get the
job done) I
ain't finna give you props 'less you cop one Pop the
wrong nigga, then be sad he was not one I
ain't getting in that Lot' if that bitch driving (Huh) She gon' tell, how the
fuck y'all got bitches slidin'? "How the
fuck we ShooterGang but nobody dyin'?" That's what someone asked me 'fore I
shot that first Glock 9
You niggas outta pocket on them hot lines How much guns we been through? Damn, like 25 Free hunnid shot Nick like every time Dallas, I'ma promise you a
body by like lunchtime All these niggas wanna kill you when you're doing fine (God...) I-I'ma drop a
nigga like a
punchline I'ma shooter, but I'm Kony, you can run mine Touch mine, had that body by like lunchtime (Uh-huh) I
just run off with a
P, cut the
lunch line (Lunch line) This new bitch drive dick like an Uber driver (On God) Come and sacrifice yourself, I'm the
crucifier Only ducking cops, location on the
flyer Let's get it