[Euro]
All these niggas so pussy, all these niggas so lame
Speak on my gang, catch a bullet though your brain
And I feel like Ray J, skies (?) like mayday
I'm stepping though the gateway, step out, watch 'em fade away
Said I wouldn't make it, please just watch
Niggas tryna take it, please just stop
Niggas started faking, they be lost
And your bitch be naked, she wants top
And I'm balling, I'm feeling like I'm Iverson
You ain't getting with it, you ain't getting a percent
And I'm smoking dope, I'm smoking on that psycho, man
I got 50 racks, you ain't even counting tens
And that's why they hate, 'cus I be at the top
And I'm rolling up morе, light it, count the guap
Your lil' bitch, she coming through just to give mе top
And I'm pulling out a (?), that's why (?)
[Pistolero2K]
1K, 2K, 3K 4 man, bloody Balmains, bitch I love the motherfucking sack
All these bands on me, bitch I love the motherfucking bread
Got your main bitch on me, and she love the motherfucking yack
Cooling with my youngins
She like when I go through hundreds
Bullets flying out to your stomach, yeah
All these bitches we not loving
Need more bands (?)
For the squad, we get to bussin' yeah
(?) stop bugging
Got them bullets flying out, he's ducking
(?) on my muffins
Please don't fuck with the Armor Squad
Please don't fuck with the Armor Gang
Bullets flying out to your brain
Off these drugs I ain't really sane
[Euro]
All these niggas so pussy, all these niggas so lame
Speak on my gang, catch a bullet though your brain
And I feel like Ray J, skies (?)
I'm stepping though the gateway, step out, watch 'em fade away
Said I wouldn't make it, please just watch
Niggas tryna take it, please just stop
Niggas started faking, they be lost
And your bitch be naked, she wants top
All these niggas so pussy, all these niggas so lame
Speak on my gang, catch a bullet though your brain
And I feel like Ray J, skies (?) like mayday
I'm stepping though the gateway, step out, watch 'em fade away
Said I wouldn't make it, please just watch
Niggas tryna take it, please just stop
Niggas started faking, they be lost
And your bitch be naked, she wants top
And I'm balling, I'm feeling like I'm Iverson
You ain't getting with it, you ain't getting a percent
And I'm smoking dope, I'm smoking on that psycho, man
I got 50 racks, you ain't even counting tens
And that's why they hate, 'cus I be at the top
And I'm rolling up morе, light it, count the guap
Your lil' bitch, she coming through just to give mе top
And I'm pulling out a (?), that's why (?)
[Pistolero2K]
1K, 2K, 3K 4 man, bloody Balmains, bitch I love the motherfucking sack
All these bands on me, bitch I love the motherfucking bread
Got your main bitch on me, and she love the motherfucking yack
Cooling with my youngins
She like when I go through hundreds
Bullets flying out to your stomach, yeah
All these bitches we not loving
Need more bands (?)
For the squad, we get to bussin' yeah
(?) stop bugging
Got them bullets flying out, he's ducking
(?) on my muffins
Please don't fuck with the Armor Squad
Please don't fuck with the Armor Gang
Bullets flying out to your brain
Off these drugs I ain't really sane
[Euro]
All these niggas so pussy, all these niggas so lame
Speak on my gang, catch a bullet though your brain
And I feel like Ray J, skies (?)
I'm stepping though the gateway, step out, watch 'em fade away
Said I wouldn't make it, please just watch
Niggas tryna take it, please just stop
Niggas started faking, they be lost
And your bitch be naked, she wants top
( Wintercastle )
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