paint chips under my eyelids
Yuh
All of my homies made somethin from nothin
So they get some cash when the cash get to cuttin
I been on my shit and they been pushin buttons
I'm leaving em bleeding no case no discussion
Flirt with yo bitch cause she love it
She leavin with me and the drugs in her stomach
I heard that they whisper that no one can does just how that I does but I just say fuck it
And if we gettin on the real shit
I been puttin too much time for ignorance
Push back wit the black Mac n make his wig split
Uh Don't come at me talkin bout no innocence
Been this way cause I lost my standing
Momma sayin I take shit for granted
Testin lessons when I get to steppin
They say I gon cold but I been had weapons
Daddy told me ease up on the violence nah that Man ain't say shit, ay
Pushin up and you can hear the sirens
Blood all over my lips
Snap back with acid tab and Mac grab make that shit go blast
And shut up when the police past
No fuckin mask all black when I do the dash
Try to follow but I go too fast
Flick ash as a muthafucka spit that cap
Relax only when a fucka got that cash, uh
Poppin shit, I make the 40 blast
Kill a muthafucka if he talkin bout my past ay
Stacks of paper only fruits of labour they say they poppin but I hate they flavour
Put holes in him lookin like a wafer
Know it's mop ent you in fuckin danger
All of my homies get it on the low
Then bring back that pack and then flip it for more
Can't fuck with my Team you can't fuck with my bros
Cause I got the choppa and i'll let it blow
Leave him in pieces yeah I fucking chop him up
Boy better run if he see my crew walking up
He talking too much we might have to fuck him up
Leave the whole scene bloody ill fucking mop it up
Make a whole crime scene of your living room
Pulling up scorpion bitch when I finish you
He tried to run but that boy wasn't fast enough
Said fuck a gun took my knife and I slashed him up
Feel the paint chips in your goddamn eyes
Wanna try me pussy you gon pay the price
I'll take my knife lil homie imma take your life
Fuck the damn DEA yelling free my guys
All of my homies made somethin from nothin
So they get some cash when the cash get to cuttin
I been on my shit and they been pushin buttons
I'm leaving em bleeding no case no discussion
Flirt with yo bitch cause she love it
She leavin with me and the drugs in her stomach
I heard that they whisper that no one can does just how that I does but I just say fuck it
And if we gettin on the real shit
I been puttin too much time for ignorance
Push back wit the black Mac n make his wig split
Uh Don't come at me talkin bout no innocence
Been this way cause I lost my standing
Momma sayin I take shit for granted
Testin lessons when I get to steppin
They say I gon cold but I been had weapons
Daddy told me ease up on the violence nah that Man ain't say shit, ay
Pushin up and you can hear the sirens
Blood all over my lips
Snap back with acid tab and Mac grab make that shit go blast
And shut up when the police past
No fuckin mask all black when I do the dash
Try to follow but I go too fast
Flick ash as a muthafucka spit that cap
Relax only when a fucka got that cash, uh
Poppin shit, I make the 40 blast
Kill a muthafucka if he talkin bout my past ay
Stacks of paper only fruits of labour they say they poppin but I hate they flavour
Put holes in him lookin like a wafer
Know it's mop ent you in fuckin danger
All of my homies get it on the low
Then bring back that pack and then flip it for more
Can't fuck with my Team you can't fuck with my bros
Cause I got the choppa and i'll let it blow
Leave him in pieces yeah I fucking chop him up
Boy better run if he see my crew walking up
He talking too much we might have to fuck him up
Leave the whole scene bloody ill fucking mop it up
Make a whole crime scene of your living room
Pulling up scorpion bitch when I finish you
He tried to run but that boy wasn't fast enough
Said fuck a gun took my knife and I slashed him up
Feel the paint chips in your goddamn eyes
Wanna try me pussy you gon pay the price
I'll take my knife lil homie imma take your life
Fuck the damn DEA yelling free my guys
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Writer(s): Em Earle-lambert
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