2500

My gun the judge
I call it the reaper
My killa so gone
He really be creeping
But it ain't for no reason
When we left the scene
He wasn't Breathing
All he was doing was bleeding
Forever the greatest
It's No one compared to me
N no one dared to be
I'm getting my money
Straight out the bando
You know where you can't go
Lil bitch This not no hangout
We getting to the money
We don't play around
A couple killas that ain't on payroll
But they soon to be paid tho
I fell in love with this money
Fell in love with the way that it's coming
It's comin the way the want it
One day
I'm gone be riding In a Aston
Wit my lil thick bad bitch
Taking them trips and counting
That cabbage
She like im a savage
I whipped that work
So you know I could tax it
I'm on a new bracket
She fell in love with the grind
She know that we in our prime
She know we goin shine
These niggahs be watching
They sending the cops
We know that they plottin
I am the plug no socket
Tucking that work in my sock bitch
I got em hurt no accident
I love it when they relapsing
Smoking that gas it relax me
You know I keep that pack on me
YOU KNOW I KEEP THAT PACK ON ME



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Writer(s): Tommy Pelzer
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