[Intro]
(Aye, yall got some Hennessey over there!?)
Shake hands, aye
([?] tell me- tell me where my headphones when I get in my [?], im in that bitch)
(Right here, we're bout to separate, the real niggas from you all bitch ass niggas mane)
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He turned into a murderer, you see it in him eyes
Death around the corner, he try to get he all the time
But him ain't never slippin', he gon' quickly get to firin'
Run up on him trippin', you gon' get hit with that iron
I ain't trippin', bitch its up with me
Tell em make em bust for me
Jump out with that stick, nd' let it spit until you go to sleep
[?], rollin' up some purple leaves
[?] be zooted, on the couch he boutta go to sleep
But imma wake him up when its game time, bitch imma bang mine
I don't know nothin' bout how the slang line, nd' my [?]
Imma get nasty with the [?] off the Glock 9
Nd' I [?] paint his face read, like a stop sign, cuz bitch we thuggin'
All of us got money, if you got bodies nd' we love it
Run up in the curve, I bet we serve a couple onions
Juss' the way we swerve, me and [?] got a hundred
Cluchin' on his tommie, we hit ya stomach, make ya vomit
Them niggas kids they better grow up, imma three baby, so them threes what I pull up
This dirty sprite, so I got [?] in my soda
Walk in my trap, we got those [?], we smell older now
(Aye, yall got some Hennessey over there!?)
Shake hands, aye
([?] tell me- tell me where my headphones when I get in my [?], im in that bitch)
(Right here, we're bout to separate, the real niggas from you all bitch ass niggas mane)
[]
He turned into a murderer, you see it in him eyes
Death around the corner, he try to get he all the time
But him ain't never slippin', he gon' quickly get to firin'
Run up on him trippin', you gon' get hit with that iron
I ain't trippin', bitch its up with me
Tell em make em bust for me
Jump out with that stick, nd' let it spit until you go to sleep
[?], rollin' up some purple leaves
[?] be zooted, on the couch he boutta go to sleep
But imma wake him up when its game time, bitch imma bang mine
I don't know nothin' bout how the slang line, nd' my [?]
Imma get nasty with the [?] off the Glock 9
Nd' I [?] paint his face read, like a stop sign, cuz bitch we thuggin'
All of us got money, if you got bodies nd' we love it
Run up in the curve, I bet we serve a couple onions
Juss' the way we swerve, me and [?] got a hundred
Cluchin' on his tommie, we hit ya stomach, make ya vomit
Them niggas kids they better grow up, imma three baby, so them threes what I pull up
This dirty sprite, so I got [?] in my soda
Walk in my trap, we got those [?], we smell older now
( Sherwood Marty )
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