The Almighty
Ayo, ayo, ayo
Don't ever try to fucking play me
50 shot, flip that nigga crazy (Brrrrrr)
His momma like "that ain't my baby
I got the four, but where the fuck my baby?"
Chase his ass through down the way
They found the nigga' brains somewhere on Bailey (Boom!)
Shooter Israeli
Chopped the nigga fingers off so we can mail 'em
Had the gold rod Donatella
Life like Pesci in Goodfellas
Describe God that's my features nigga
This for my Jack Mack eating niggas
This for my twenty three and one lords
I kick in your door with the pump (Boom!)
Bales forty five filet well done
Your favorite rapper that's my son
Stop acting like you know me
I give the joint to my little homie
He ain't missed a nigga yet
So many dome shots he only got his ear left
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...!)
Fuck y'all niggas thought, man
Playing with y'all niggas
We having fun
Don't get shit fucked up
We do everything we say 'round here, my nigga
These niggas scared of us, man
We don't get invited to no award shows, no nothing
Niggas don't even wanna fucking blog us, nigga
You know why, right?
We in y'all niggas' nightmares
Y'all like to
Y'all like to hear about it but y'all scared to see the real shit
Y'all niggas rap about it but stay in the fucking house
I don't see y'all niggas nowhere
Don't ever try to fucking play me
50 shot, flip that nigga crazy (Brrrrrr)
His momma like "that ain't my baby
I got the four, but where the fuck my baby?"
Chase his ass through down the way
They found the nigga' brains somewhere on Bailey (Boom!)
Shooter Israeli
Chopped the nigga fingers off so we can mail 'em
Had the gold rod Donatella
Life like Pesci in Goodfellas
Describe God that's my features nigga
This for my Jack Mack eating niggas
This for my twenty three and one lords
I kick in your door with the pump (Boom!)
Bales forty five filet well done
Your favorite rapper that's my son
Stop acting like you know me
I give the joint to my little homie
He ain't missed a nigga yet
So many dome shots he only got his ear left
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...!)
Fuck y'all niggas thought, man
Playing with y'all niggas
We having fun
Don't get shit fucked up
We do everything we say 'round here, my nigga
These niggas scared of us, man
We don't get invited to no award shows, no nothing
Niggas don't even wanna fucking blog us, nigga
You know why, right?
We in y'all niggas' nightmares
Y'all like to
Y'all like to hear about it but y'all scared to see the real shit
Y'all niggas rap about it but stay in the fucking house
I don't see y'all niggas nowhere
Credits
Writer(s): Alvin Lamar Worthy, Thomas A Paladino
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