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No Chorus Pt 8
(专辑: Who Am I 2 - 2016)
Hah, hah Yeah, word No Chorus, Pt. 8, ain't nobody straight Still got them goons and them hitters in the
bay Pop a
nigga like it's a
balloon in his face Say he got a
problem, tell goons where you stay Catch an opp loafing, his ass gotta lay Heat him 'til he roasted, on crip he must pay BK like I'm hosting, want lean get a
dosage Gotta watch the
neighbors, them fuck niggas notice He got that bread so I
left him toasted I
feel like Melvin, I
tuck 'em like Jody If you want the
cheese, you gotta stay focused I
came a
long way from the
rats and the
roaches (that's on my mama) My niggas I
eat with, all of who we keep it He high as a
bird, hit him with the
Eagle Charge him for a
feature, lean in the
liter Turn into a
cheetah when I
see the
people Shooters they shoot when I
say so Pockets on swole, need lip-o (lip-o, lipo) Freaky lil bitch always tryna have fits Eat a
dick, bitch I'm tryna get rich ho Then making serves at the
Citgo Your bitch suck me up, popsicle These bitches hit me up talking 'bout they wanna fuck I
had a
hard time tryna pick which ho I
fuck 'em, don't love 'em You fuck 'em and cuff 'em, I
swear you can't love 'em Boy your ass in trouble (you trippin') Hit them with the
gas, they on the
front page Homicide with thugging The
money it double, my prices it double I
call up Lil Double, leave a
nigga looking troubled J, fuck up the
play, call up Lil Quinn, money on the
way Bullet in his head, feds on the
way Dick in her mouth, fuck she gon' say I
cannot wait 'til I
pull up in Ranges And shit on my ex and see that lil bitch face Ball on these niggas like Kevin Durant If you flex then your ass will get shot in the
face Hold on, I
ain't finna wait If you say you eating nigga where the
fuck your plate? How you A-1 when you never had steak? I
ain't got a
shrimp but I
trap in all states, yeah Watch out for feds while I
count up my bread I
only want top like eraser head Two-two-three bullets erase your head You do what I
say like it's Simon Says Two-three the
Glock on the
side of my side If you play with me boy then your ass gonna die In the
hood they caught him, pop him in his eye BlocBoy JB, bitch I'm known for homicide They give me thumbs up, I
think I
need rounds Like I
told you before they some hoes in disguise I
can't trust a
ho 'cause they tell too many lies I
cut 'em off quicker than scissors and knives These opp hoes gotta roll though Two for twenty five, that's a
D-Rose Black stones on me, I'm a
negro You saving these hoes, you a
hero I
ain't blood but I
keep a
B-roll Street money, rest in peace to Bankroll (street) Couple hundred just to wash my nizzos I'm a
crip so I
get C-notes (huh?) Fuck it, I'm about to crack the
lawn Rest in peace to Feezy, poking with the
feezies And we're still yelling out rest in peace Thump Say the
wrong thing, we gon' lock 'em in the
trunk Bruce Wayne sidekick, rob 'em with the
pump But we ain't got no mask on Bare face, broad day, hit him with the
MAC home Gloves on deck, got me feeling like Patron [?] the
way these niggas get they act on These niggas they snake, they snitch on the
case I'm telling you just how it is They lie to your face like they got some cake But don't got a
ten dollar bill (they broke) My niggas they do this for real You play, he gon' get your ass killed It's murder for hire for real My niggas can body for real Yeah man Told y'all we do this shit for real man BlocBoy JB, yeah bitch I
got bars Everybody know I
got bars, Xanax, and all that other shit, you know Hey, hey, hey, hey
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