INTRO(save me)
Rex
I can trun dust into diamonds
I can turn crusts into bread
Lackin playin get the barrel to ya head
Backpack imma fill it up wit feds
If he runnin put them shots to his head or his leg
Racks hangin out the bed
I just ask the lord to save me
I dnt mean to kount all my blessings
Mama don't be stressin i don't wanna see you restin
Plottin on my next hundred piece
I just wanna teach deez boyz a lesson
I just want salad lemme go and get my dressin
Did you get the message
Petrol station gtta get it
Give a fuck if its only 10 grams im still gne flip it
And we only grab dicks when dem sticks get to rippin
Dime bag flippin we gne turn it to a zippy
Zippy go flippy turn a zippy to a pippy
33 Shots dey shoot like scotty pippen
Tryna skirt off inna range wat the dash do
Oppositions they get blown like a damn flute
Just dance, wit da hollows what he finna do
Snatch the sock off ya feet if we ain't feelin you
Snake fangs filled wit venom we bitin you
All that snot from his nose we gne wipe it dude
Packs musty, walk pass smell entices you
Onna block, beat the pack like mike tyson do
And if you didnt know let me just enlighten you
90's crack made a bond so strong you couldn't break
And if i want it and i can't get it nigga imma take it
Smoking packs of cookie always wakin and im bakin
I, right my lyrics cuz the drugz i be takin
Make forget half the shit i be sayin
Now, Heard they was trappin out the basement
In the cut in the bushes the feds they were layin
We could only look to god we was hopin we was prayin
She would have cried 1000 tears if my brother did a sentence
Fast foward dat shyt sittin on my fuckin mental
Gotta perk in my dentals as i trap round da clock
As im standin on this block and ian ever tote a glock
But i pray to god that dem niggas never shot
No, trappin wit no strap you gtta have heart fa dat
But, deez feet gne kick like a scat pack or a hellcat or a demon
Got ya bitch and she slurp my semen
I just ask the lord to save me
I dnt mean to kount all my blessings
Mama don't be stressin i don't wanna see you restin
Plottin on my next hundred piece
I just wanna teach deez boyz a lesson
I just want salad lemme go and get my dressin
Did you get the message
I can trun dust into diamonds
I can turn crusts into bread
Lackin playin get the barrel to ya head
Backpack imma fill it up wit feds
If he runnin put them shots to his head or his leg
Racks hangin out the bed
I just ask the lord to save me
I dnt mean to kount all my blessings
Mama don't be stressin i don't wanna see you restin
Plottin on my next hundred piece
I just wanna teach deez boyz a lesson
I just want salad lemme go and get my dressin
Did you get the message
Petrol station gtta get it
Give a fuck if its only 10 grams im still gne flip it
And we only grab dicks when dem sticks get to rippin
Dime bag flippin we gne turn it to a zippy
Zippy go flippy turn a zippy to a pippy
33 Shots dey shoot like scotty pippen
Tryna skirt off inna range wat the dash do
Oppositions they get blown like a damn flute
Just dance, wit da hollows what he finna do
Snatch the sock off ya feet if we ain't feelin you
Snake fangs filled wit venom we bitin you
All that snot from his nose we gne wipe it dude
Packs musty, walk pass smell entices you
Onna block, beat the pack like mike tyson do
And if you didnt know let me just enlighten you
90's crack made a bond so strong you couldn't break
And if i want it and i can't get it nigga imma take it
Smoking packs of cookie always wakin and im bakin
I, right my lyrics cuz the drugz i be takin
Make forget half the shit i be sayin
Now, Heard they was trappin out the basement
In the cut in the bushes the feds they were layin
We could only look to god we was hopin we was prayin
She would have cried 1000 tears if my brother did a sentence
Fast foward dat shyt sittin on my fuckin mental
Gotta perk in my dentals as i trap round da clock
As im standin on this block and ian ever tote a glock
But i pray to god that dem niggas never shot
No, trappin wit no strap you gtta have heart fa dat
But, deez feet gne kick like a scat pack or a hellcat or a demon
Got ya bitch and she slurp my semen
I just ask the lord to save me
I dnt mean to kount all my blessings
Mama don't be stressin i don't wanna see you restin
Plottin on my next hundred piece
I just wanna teach deez boyz a lesson
I just want salad lemme go and get my dressin
Did you get the message
Credits
Writer(s): Winston Vernon-parker
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