Beatboxx
I heard that boy say he a shooter
But he don't know to clean the Glock
Niggas seek attention but I rather not be seen a lot
Made a quick ten thousand, I instantly put three in stocks
Thinking 'bout should I renew da lease AirBNB da spot
Cookie cutter compensator break his head off
Send the bread off
What that Nigga dreads cost?
Niggas get on songs and dey just let they meds talk
Forget what he said
Then get caught with his legs crossed
Yeah send his ass to Jesus pops
You thought the streets forgot
Boy you used to be a cop
Ratted all yo' people out
Before you even try us at least be at peace with God
CPR it's too hard to keep that boy heart beat alive
Thought he was a thug
No look at his ass stupid
We said death before dishonor
Not blood on ya new designer Gucci fit
Pocket watching you just missed
All the money prolly you could get
Cross me and get crusifix life's a bitch
Keep it cool with the bitch
I let these niggas hate (I do)
I let my bitch be great (be great)
Look like she figure skate
But she do real estate
She say buy some land with the bands
You could spend on a chain
Make that money back and then go get the chain (that's why I love her)
Yeah I ran it up and bitch I didn't change
Did some thangs, had me scared to put shit in my name
You know statute of limitations that's my best friend
You know I love ya bae but I tell ya everything
You niggas way too impressed about money
We could never hang
I can give ya game but some shit gotta be in ya veins
I told my dog you wanna be a street nigga or a business mane
Down south, we ride box Chevys dawg it's a Mississippi thang
Aye man I'm just having fun with this shit dawg
Don't be so serious
Yeah and by the way I'm from Mississippi
Where we put sugar in our grits
Tell Elliante I say I'll pay
Just put boogers in the wrist
You know
Aye welcome to the land of taxation with no explanation
Money makin' murder mind mass manipulation
Do whatever you gotta do to get out that situation, yeah
And make sure you doing good business
'Cause good business bring back mo' business
And ain't no business like the hoe business, yeah
But he don't know to clean the Glock
Niggas seek attention but I rather not be seen a lot
Made a quick ten thousand, I instantly put three in stocks
Thinking 'bout should I renew da lease AirBNB da spot
Cookie cutter compensator break his head off
Send the bread off
What that Nigga dreads cost?
Niggas get on songs and dey just let they meds talk
Forget what he said
Then get caught with his legs crossed
Yeah send his ass to Jesus pops
You thought the streets forgot
Boy you used to be a cop
Ratted all yo' people out
Before you even try us at least be at peace with God
CPR it's too hard to keep that boy heart beat alive
Thought he was a thug
No look at his ass stupid
We said death before dishonor
Not blood on ya new designer Gucci fit
Pocket watching you just missed
All the money prolly you could get
Cross me and get crusifix life's a bitch
Keep it cool with the bitch
I let these niggas hate (I do)
I let my bitch be great (be great)
Look like she figure skate
But she do real estate
She say buy some land with the bands
You could spend on a chain
Make that money back and then go get the chain (that's why I love her)
Yeah I ran it up and bitch I didn't change
Did some thangs, had me scared to put shit in my name
You know statute of limitations that's my best friend
You know I love ya bae but I tell ya everything
You niggas way too impressed about money
We could never hang
I can give ya game but some shit gotta be in ya veins
I told my dog you wanna be a street nigga or a business mane
Down south, we ride box Chevys dawg it's a Mississippi thang
Aye man I'm just having fun with this shit dawg
Don't be so serious
Yeah and by the way I'm from Mississippi
Where we put sugar in our grits
Tell Elliante I say I'll pay
Just put boogers in the wrist
You know
Aye welcome to the land of taxation with no explanation
Money makin' murder mind mass manipulation
Do whatever you gotta do to get out that situation, yeah
And make sure you doing good business
'Cause good business bring back mo' business
And ain't no business like the hoe business, yeah
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Writer(s): Lawrence Wise
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