Pete Sake
Yeah, Nigga my kicks cost your mortgage
My bricks and my bitch was imported
We zip through in porches
I used to have zips of the purest
Even had a mean run in DC like Clinton Portis
(Talk to 'em)
My mind was distorted from the fist that I snorted
All you bitch niggas can get extorted
(You know wassup with 'em)
I keep a stick when I'm touring, I don't Ford Explore it
Push the Lamborghini Urus
I can assure I floored it
Nigga your bitch think I'm gorgeous
My Tom Ford's is tortoise
Bet you bitch niggas can't afford it
The Louis 13th, I poured it
Got murals of my face out in Europe
Cause I'm the illest to ever record it (facts)
And just in case you smoke, I brought the .40 to sort it
Niggas mad cause they 40 and dormant
(You broke nigga)
I'm still in the projects, my condo got a doorman
My shooter lay Harden cause he involved in all the scoring
And fly god is an awesome god
That lil nigga hit 3 niggas, I told him "awesome job"
(That's a good job)
Don't give a fuck about no rappers, they can all get robbed
This shit is easy like Culpepper throwin' Moss a lob
I doubled down and took every risk, I couldn't afford losing
That's how I jumped in the foreign right out a Ford Fusion
Small Ruger, bow, shots run you down like Carl Lewis
Or I could have your broad do it, mix your food with car fluid
Guess who's back, VVS's bluer than car coolant
Big straps, I let a clip fly and the war moving
Then a boss, now I'm a coach, I'm talking John Rubin
Don Shula, GXF Taliban, Saddam shooters
Soprano Wraiths, the driveway ain't got no V6's
I'm buyin' ice, when I'm on Spikes, not Lees, Christians
(Pussy)
I'm reminiscing 'bout my life over beats, ventin'
Y'all dick ride and worship niggas like they bleed different
(Nah)
Okay, blood on the apron, you know it's the Butcher
(The Butcher coming)
Whip a brick hard and then tip the cooker
Off the rope, P's flyin' like Jimmy Snuka
And this is the corner
The heart of the problem right here
On the east side, and lower west side
If we don't attack the problem here
It's gonna, it's gonna spill out into the main street
And the water front
Eight people were shot, a witness, apparently
Overheard the shooter tell a woman
"I told you I would fix this" followed by an expletive
Before he killed her
Sources tell News 4 the incident may have been
In retaliation for shootings on Thursday
East side, west side, north Buffalo, south Buffalo down town
When it comes to violence in the Queen City, there's no border
My bricks and my bitch was imported
We zip through in porches
I used to have zips of the purest
Even had a mean run in DC like Clinton Portis
(Talk to 'em)
My mind was distorted from the fist that I snorted
All you bitch niggas can get extorted
(You know wassup with 'em)
I keep a stick when I'm touring, I don't Ford Explore it
Push the Lamborghini Urus
I can assure I floored it
Nigga your bitch think I'm gorgeous
My Tom Ford's is tortoise
Bet you bitch niggas can't afford it
The Louis 13th, I poured it
Got murals of my face out in Europe
Cause I'm the illest to ever record it (facts)
And just in case you smoke, I brought the .40 to sort it
Niggas mad cause they 40 and dormant
(You broke nigga)
I'm still in the projects, my condo got a doorman
My shooter lay Harden cause he involved in all the scoring
And fly god is an awesome god
That lil nigga hit 3 niggas, I told him "awesome job"
(That's a good job)
Don't give a fuck about no rappers, they can all get robbed
This shit is easy like Culpepper throwin' Moss a lob
I doubled down and took every risk, I couldn't afford losing
That's how I jumped in the foreign right out a Ford Fusion
Small Ruger, bow, shots run you down like Carl Lewis
Or I could have your broad do it, mix your food with car fluid
Guess who's back, VVS's bluer than car coolant
Big straps, I let a clip fly and the war moving
Then a boss, now I'm a coach, I'm talking John Rubin
Don Shula, GXF Taliban, Saddam shooters
Soprano Wraiths, the driveway ain't got no V6's
I'm buyin' ice, when I'm on Spikes, not Lees, Christians
(Pussy)
I'm reminiscing 'bout my life over beats, ventin'
Y'all dick ride and worship niggas like they bleed different
(Nah)
Okay, blood on the apron, you know it's the Butcher
(The Butcher coming)
Whip a brick hard and then tip the cooker
Off the rope, P's flyin' like Jimmy Snuka
And this is the corner
The heart of the problem right here
On the east side, and lower west side
If we don't attack the problem here
It's gonna, it's gonna spill out into the main street
And the water front
Eight people were shot, a witness, apparently
Overheard the shooter tell a woman
"I told you I would fix this" followed by an expletive
Before he killed her
Sources tell News 4 the incident may have been
In retaliation for shootings on Thursday
East side, west side, north Buffalo, south Buffalo down town
When it comes to violence in the Queen City, there's no border
Credits
Writer(s): 0, Alvin Lamar Worthy, Demond Price, Jeremie Pennick
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