Warning
I know all dem Otha boys like to do all that talking
But I'm here for you shawty
No matter what
Forreal
The haters I ignore for you
Keep it real baby girl I adore you too
You tote that glock I tote that 9 know for the gang you gone shoot
And if them bitches push up on you
Bet i bang for you
But im a thug on a mission
To the top I'm gone shoot
Act like a nigga don't care I'll go to war for you
I'm war ready
Hop out wit cuttas ars machettes
Like a lion in the jungle
Playing survival the fittest
On my haters fade away
Like my name was nowitski
Got some weight on my shoulders
Told the lord to forgive me
I can't wait boy it's over
Don't test yo luck just like a clover
Static like a mat we'll fold ya
Might have to body bag em
Catch em in the truck slumped over
Say he sliding
We gone go put that clip
Up on em
Claim he wit it
I'm wit some Killas And you know they viscous homie
Hop out clutching get to tripping if we think that we aint on it
I just hope the lord here wit me
I Put the glock to my head like it's surgery
They say my verses kill em off call it first degree
When a nigga hit the scene
Bitch you know it's me
Straight from the 423
No I ain't double gg
This 24 spiffy
It's someone out there In the sky
It's someone out there to hold you down
Shit on your haters
Get that paper
Makem frown
This for my section
Know that I can't let them down
Straight from the streets I had to hustle for my crown
But I'm here for you shawty
No matter what
Forreal
The haters I ignore for you
Keep it real baby girl I adore you too
You tote that glock I tote that 9 know for the gang you gone shoot
And if them bitches push up on you
Bet i bang for you
But im a thug on a mission
To the top I'm gone shoot
Act like a nigga don't care I'll go to war for you
I'm war ready
Hop out wit cuttas ars machettes
Like a lion in the jungle
Playing survival the fittest
On my haters fade away
Like my name was nowitski
Got some weight on my shoulders
Told the lord to forgive me
I can't wait boy it's over
Don't test yo luck just like a clover
Static like a mat we'll fold ya
Might have to body bag em
Catch em in the truck slumped over
Say he sliding
We gone go put that clip
Up on em
Claim he wit it
I'm wit some Killas And you know they viscous homie
Hop out clutching get to tripping if we think that we aint on it
I just hope the lord here wit me
I Put the glock to my head like it's surgery
They say my verses kill em off call it first degree
When a nigga hit the scene
Bitch you know it's me
Straight from the 423
No I ain't double gg
This 24 spiffy
It's someone out there In the sky
It's someone out there to hold you down
Shit on your haters
Get that paper
Makem frown
This for my section
Know that I can't let them down
Straight from the streets I had to hustle for my crown
Credits
Writer(s): Sharon Tatum
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