aye
and im back on my bullshit
beating it up you might think im abusive
sippin this juice i aint talkin no (lucid?)
she wanna (x) and that bitch must be stupid
fuck (x) im number one
devin booker aint talkin bout the suns
pop out black hood like a nun
dont hit my phone if it aint about the funds
told her hop on her knees or what
niggas be bitches they need a gun
smokin this dope the weed the runts
bro off the X he leaving slumped
told her hop on her knees or what
niggas be bitches they need a gun
smokin this dope the weed the runts
bro off the X he leaving slumped
but how they gon say that we jackin and drillin
from newark new jersey we been car jackin and killin
trappin the back of my building
got so many bricks in the attic its crackin the ceiling
actually a villan
really a shooter
and with the (millions?)
cookin the kitchen im chef (in this shit?)
you be sleepy from hollow keep messing with me
and i skrrt off in the srt g
ptsd made me scream in my sleep
(killa)
you ever see demons hang out in the deep?
223 bullets and free ways
(i have no idea)
if you see my face it wont be ok
(killa)
i started this race but you hella late
22 bands its so featherweight
crunchin it up and then elevate
i catch a body and celebrate
then if you hesitate
call up the shooters they never late
send you to heavens gate
perky aleve when i medicate
runnin this city i regulate
all of these bodies i delegate
killa, aye
if he speakin bout bands you gon talk to me
put my (x) walk with me
niggas talkin that talk but wont walk with it
if he run up he get lit on that chop with it
bandman yall get to the bands
like amiri yall wear designer brands
stay 50 dont fold through ya mans
(x) face so im knowin they be fans
let me know what you really wanna do
sayin im not next boy you must be a fool
stirrin up pot i aint talkin bout stew
gimmie a beat imma go to the stu
catch an opp at the stu got him set up and wet up
the beat was laid down but his body wont get up
she know we next up
she givin that neck up
big glizzy no ketchup
we aim for the neck up
