SHIT

Aye
KRAVITZ
KRAVITZ's
Gee
Aye
Aye
Mmmmmm
I mixed the Zaza with runts
Nothing less than a gram in my blunt
Apply pressure and I know he gone run
Tell the truth you not bussing no gun
My shooter caught one and got ghost
Outta town shooter saved in my phone
He know lingo he speaking the code
He get jammed up he keep his mouth close
Been fighting theses demons not trying
To lose my mind but my bms wanna drive
A Nigga crazy
I came outta prison I'm moving real different
But just know on my mind is getting paper
Hate it or love it I'm gone win regardless
I may be a cancer but I'm so heartless
I came from da bottom and I got a story
But you won't read about it in the paper
I got codefendants that wrote statements about me
When we hit that little caper
KOOL told me not to but I didn't listen
I took a plea suspended sentence
Fucked up probation and I did a bid
Had a little girl and I didn't know the kid
Ask for forgiveness but I still sin
Shit Shit
I'm back in the building no not giving up
My first mistake I tried wifing a slut
Black told me if she gone fuck she gone fuck
Shit shit
If it's up then it's up not coming back down
Only one choice you either swim or drown
All in ya state I'm boolin in ya town
Shit shit
Oh trust me ya big Homie know me
Two guns
Never thought about folding
Won't run
She trying to give me the top
Gums gums
That was yesterday sauce
Done done
You got knife I got guns
Drums Drums
They wanna talk I'm like ugh
Nuh uhh
She get the D like Sun
Then I hit it then I gotta run
Uhhhhhh
Drip a whole lotta sauce these niggas mad
Won't talk bout it
Keep with the sneak dissing my Nigga
We popping at ya noggin
Got shooters on go they not stopping
Sent decoys to your hood know they copping
Sent to Bitch to the mall know she shopping
For ME FOR ME
AYE
Pussy play pussy get fucked my nigga
That's real talk
We pull up my nigga two sticks yeah a lotta
White chalk
All in ya hood with band bands
You know how I'm coming I got Hand hands
We can go round for round pound for pound
A Nigga know what I'm saying
Aye
Oooo
I run up a check
Oooo
Don't know nothing else
Oooo
Imma vibe to myself
Aye aye
I run up a check
And I vibe to my self
Don't know nothing else
Aye
Back up off me Nigga no don't play dumb
I'm strapped
Keep one in my hand
And one sitting on my lap
It's in my all at all times
And I'm shooting with both guns
Know I'm clutching for mine
I'm die bout my mines
Gee Gee
Aye
Gee Gee Gee
KRAVITZ Nigga
And I vibe to myself
Don't know nothing else
Imma vibe to my self
Back up off me Nigga
We ain't doing no no no talking
Aye
KRAVITZ
It's a vibe



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Writer(s): Denico Clyburn
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