Sanctioned

I'm boutta wreck up and murder this sound
How long you think you gon hold on that crown
Talk on name you gon see what I'm bout
Ain't nothing changed imma hold this shit down
SANCTIONED
All my Tugz spin ya town
Pocket rocket lick ya ass down
RELENTLESS
I'm applying that pressure trust this young nigga won't let up!

I got the iron underneath my sweater
Watch how they watching niggas 4 that Cheddar
That's why my hand be clutchin that Baretta
But if you waan box yute we can get up
Yow bitch ima Rasta!
Load up the chopper!
Fill u with copper!
You don't want no problems
Cause I'ma monster
Smoking designer bush
Kicc Bacc my recliners
Smoking the hybrid
Sipping all kinda stuff!
We Young and we wildin
But ima surprise em
Keep my shit on the tuck
Fuck is you on?
Race to 50 gotta run this shit up
All my Niggas get a bag are you dumb?
Trust me bitch really I be going dumb
Ugh!

Who you know do it better, Leave ya ass ona stretcher look
I'm goin crazy retarded I'm honest you fuck niggas betta be shook
How I spit on the mic you would think that I'm horny treat it like a puss
How I show out I show out I show out
You niggas be following suit
Say you want me to teach you the game take you lil niggas to school
And if ma'amii I'll show that look bitch what to do
Bitch are you dumb?
All my niggas really doing numbers
Sippin on rum
I'm about to really fuck up these commas
On the block
I come out on top
I got my whole city on lock
Apply the pressure toting no glock
But if I have to hunt you I'll flock
They don't wanna nigga to prosper
I took my pennies and turnt em to dollas
I'ma Run ready an reload the chopper
If this shit hit you you gon need a doctor
That's a promise, I'm run ready and reload the chopper



Credits
Writer(s): Nyisha Goodluck
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