Goat Talk Noody Talking Like Me
Run Up You Meet The Devil For Free
Can't Gun Up This Shit Way To Easy
Hunnids Money's Everything I See
Commas Yea They Be Talk To Me
Gucci We Dont Rock No Louie V
Coochie That Shit Be Real Laid To See
Boosie I Just Be High Everyday
I Might Just Put All The Racks In The Safe
Choppa Gon Blow And Knock Off You Face
Trap House No Crib (Yuh)
They All My Sons But I Dont Got No Kids
Do Block Imma Become Really Rich
Italian Not No Ties With The Mafia
In That Picture Better Crop Me Out
You So Nasty Like Coffee We Spit You Out
We Gon Pull On Your Block We Gon Spin Around
We Gon Spin Your Body With A Hunnid Round
And If He Survue We Gon Hunt Him Down
We Gon See Him At Night We Gon Gun Her Down
Aye We In The Club We Gon Bounce
Aye We Gonna Jump Out The House (ok)
Like A Pink Panther Might Prounce
Swear Me And My Gang Counting Large Amounts
Bitch Talk u Niggas hoes to me
Run up get hit wit ARP
Pay me i dont do shit for free
Hoe ahh nigga im aiming at teeth
You dont want beef better go eat veggies
This choppa i shoot hold it steady
Glock in my pants u shouldn't try me
Cause I Will Do Your Ass Real Grimey On Gang
As You Know That Boy Is A Hoe
Ran Up Now He Got Put In The Floor
Now His Ass On The 4
Glock In My LAp Might Kick Down Your Door
I Get It Then Flip It Half Off For The Low
Dont Even Try To Run Yo Ass To Slow
Im-Im-Im Strechgang Like Im From The O
S-Shoot This Sitck I Feel Like A Pro
Just Gimme The Bread Just Gimme The Dough
If You Dont Do The Shit Imma Just Let It Blow
Put A Beam On The Glock Now It Just Fucking Glows
I Was Broke On MY Dick I Was Down Below
I Got Something To Prove I Got Money To Show
The 7.62 Make His Ass Hit The Woah
T-Talking Too Crazy Get A Tag On Your Toe
Talking To Crazy But A Bag On Your Bro
Goat Talk Noody Talking Like Me
Run Up You Meet The Devil For Free
Can't Gun Up This Shit Way To Easy
Hunnids Money's Everything I See
Commas Yea They Be Talk To Me
Gucci We Dont Rock No Louie V
Coochie That Shit Be Real Laid To See
Boosie I Just Be High Everyday
I Might Just Put All The Racks In The Safe
Choppa Gon Blow And Knock Off You Face
Trap House No Crib (Yuh)
They All My Sons But I Dont Got No Kids
Do Block Imma Become Really Rich
Italian Not No Ties With The Mafia
In That Picture Better Crop Me Out
You So Nasty Like Coffee We Spit You Out
( Big Vecks )
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