Verse 1:
I rock Gucci Louie Prada
Can't pronounce the other products
If a nigga take my product then its gonna be a problem
DJ plus thirty need Eisenstein to solve it
Even though we work put that pussy in a(...)
Make his mama sick got her sniffing and coughing
All that cause I put her fucking son in a coffin
If he think he on then my mans gotta off him
Lemon squeeze banana clips that fruit salad I toss it
Catch him the cut make him fall like a avalanche
Killing these rapper till it ain't none left to battle with
Swimming witcho pistle well im moving in my battle ship
You dont want beef well im a kid that like to cattle tip
Im DJ can you solve that equation
I have bitches bussin ima dog got persuasion
G.O.B fuckin right I do it for the nation
Guns make the ground shake I do it for the Haitians
Snapback in my city push yo cap back in my city
Girl yo ass fat come with me
And my guns gone get him
If he run guns gone hit em
I'mma hunter im wit it
She a runner she sprinting
Then im done bro im finished
G.O.B that's the set
This yo bitch passing neck
Throwing ass having sex
With the squad look at that
Look at me gettin it in
That's my bro that's my man
Damn dude look again that's yo muthafuckin friend
If im tryna fuck I call twat poppers
For neck sex I call jaw droppers
Im from 9-0 make em bury yall choppers
And im from a city where they carry yall (...)
Ima fuckin veteran
Give em shots medicine
Dj im the letter man
Girl give me intelligence
Smokin on that excellence
Live the laws of recklessness
Yea I got a silencer kill the boy with gentleness
Born to be a hit man
I can't be no gentleman
Leave a nigga holy like the fucking book of genesis
Killin all my nemesis and doing this continuous
This my city nigga why u on my premises
Bet I leave a mufucker dead when that semi ring
I'mma turn a mufucker red like a kidney bean
She got a nice ass but her lips is what I get between
Givem shells thats my mans I just callem (...)
Tryna rob me oh no I ain't here for that
Yea I gotta nine deuce five I ain't fearing that
High point nine deuce five I ain't hearing that
Shorty doing numbers for the squad she be givin neck
I rock Gucci Louie Prada
Can't pronounce the other products
If a nigga take my product then its gonna be a problem
DJ plus thirty need Eisenstein to solve it
Even though we work put that pussy in a(...)
Make his mama sick got her sniffing and coughing
All that cause I put her fucking son in a coffin
If he think he on then my mans gotta off him
Lemon squeeze banana clips that fruit salad I toss it
Catch him the cut make him fall like a avalanche
Killing these rapper till it ain't none left to battle with
Swimming witcho pistle well im moving in my battle ship
You dont want beef well im a kid that like to cattle tip
Im DJ can you solve that equation
I have bitches bussin ima dog got persuasion
G.O.B fuckin right I do it for the nation
Guns make the ground shake I do it for the Haitians
Snapback in my city push yo cap back in my city
Girl yo ass fat come with me
And my guns gone get him
If he run guns gone hit em
I'mma hunter im wit it
She a runner she sprinting
Then im done bro im finished
G.O.B that's the set
This yo bitch passing neck
Throwing ass having sex
With the squad look at that
Look at me gettin it in
That's my bro that's my man
Damn dude look again that's yo muthafuckin friend
If im tryna fuck I call twat poppers
For neck sex I call jaw droppers
Im from 9-0 make em bury yall choppers
And im from a city where they carry yall (...)
Ima fuckin veteran
Give em shots medicine
Dj im the letter man
Girl give me intelligence
Smokin on that excellence
Live the laws of recklessness
Yea I got a silencer kill the boy with gentleness
Born to be a hit man
I can't be no gentleman
Leave a nigga holy like the fucking book of genesis
Killin all my nemesis and doing this continuous
This my city nigga why u on my premises
Bet I leave a mufucker dead when that semi ring
I'mma turn a mufucker red like a kidney bean
She got a nice ass but her lips is what I get between
Givem shells thats my mans I just callem (...)
Tryna rob me oh no I ain't here for that
Yea I gotta nine deuce five I ain't fearing that
High point nine deuce five I ain't hearing that
Shorty doing numbers for the squad she be givin neck
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