Mean
Free the hood rip the hood niggas know what the fuck goin on
I used to be broke I could never go back
I was down on my dick had to start selling crack
I was moving to hot so I had to relax plus
Im gettin the feeling that everyone rat
So I got off the block and I copped me a pack
Then I rolled up my opps and I hopped on the track
No I aint lying and I won't deny it all no cappin I swear thats a fact
I had to stay down and run up them racks I could never get jacked
I got gang in the back with a whole lotta straps
When we step on a nigga we leaving him flat
I got blood on my shoes it get cleaned with a mat
Remember times doing hits we was dressed in all black
If I took yo pack you aint gettin it back
I took yo bitch and I hit from the back
She threw me her heart and I swung with a bat
I knew from the start she was chasing a bag
Fazo gang shit this shit stamped like a tat
If lil fazo gon spin then he doing him bad
I did it again who gon say
That Im ass on my nba shit gettin straight to the cash
We got money and blicks thats the reason they mad
Rip fazo and rip dad
This shit heatin up for me we got gangstas in our company
I be making too much fucking heat
All these verses they not touching me I rise above all the fuckery
All of my haters they ending up under me
Kronnic he made so thats why the drummer tweak
I make a banger then rap on a summer beat who does kid
Think he is he not sonning me yeaa
Im running it up till my lung collapse
I need me a hunnid a hunnid racks
They see me and start singing double backin
I really am not just another rapper
Make a scene and then walk out like nothing happened
Im polo vo and I love the fashion
Said I was the goat and I wasn't bragging
Im gouda go where you don't imagine
White boy but Im not a laxer
You could never catch me toe draggin
Ric flair in a gold jacket
Difference is Im not a old bastard
Ya daughter wanna take me home after
She keep telling me Im so handsome
Shawty name whitney her pussy is pink
She like yeezy we fuckin on top of the sink
Her father is strict so I gotta be slick sneakin outta there
mission impossible things (Thot bitch)
Im the one who put the sauce on the wings
I know you fake you ain't gotta explain
I bought a glock and that shit got a beam if I up it
And pop it I know you gon scream
Damn devlah why the fuck you so mean
Don't give a damn I just say what I mean
Devlah
13
Dumb ass bitch
Lemme hear that
I used to be broke I could never go back
I was down on my dick had to start selling crack
I was moving to hot so I had to relax plus
Im gettin the feeling that everyone rat
So I got off the block and I copped me a pack
Then I rolled up my opps and I hopped on the track
No I aint lying and I won't deny it all no cappin I swear thats a fact
I had to stay down and run up them racks I could never get jacked
I got gang in the back with a whole lotta straps
When we step on a nigga we leaving him flat
I got blood on my shoes it get cleaned with a mat
Remember times doing hits we was dressed in all black
If I took yo pack you aint gettin it back
I took yo bitch and I hit from the back
She threw me her heart and I swung with a bat
I knew from the start she was chasing a bag
Fazo gang shit this shit stamped like a tat
If lil fazo gon spin then he doing him bad
I did it again who gon say
That Im ass on my nba shit gettin straight to the cash
We got money and blicks thats the reason they mad
Rip fazo and rip dad
This shit heatin up for me we got gangstas in our company
I be making too much fucking heat
All these verses they not touching me I rise above all the fuckery
All of my haters they ending up under me
Kronnic he made so thats why the drummer tweak
I make a banger then rap on a summer beat who does kid
Think he is he not sonning me yeaa
Im running it up till my lung collapse
I need me a hunnid a hunnid racks
They see me and start singing double backin
I really am not just another rapper
Make a scene and then walk out like nothing happened
Im polo vo and I love the fashion
Said I was the goat and I wasn't bragging
Im gouda go where you don't imagine
White boy but Im not a laxer
You could never catch me toe draggin
Ric flair in a gold jacket
Difference is Im not a old bastard
Ya daughter wanna take me home after
She keep telling me Im so handsome
Shawty name whitney her pussy is pink
She like yeezy we fuckin on top of the sink
Her father is strict so I gotta be slick sneakin outta there
mission impossible things (Thot bitch)
Im the one who put the sauce on the wings
I know you fake you ain't gotta explain
I bought a glock and that shit got a beam if I up it
And pop it I know you gon scream
Damn devlah why the fuck you so mean
Don't give a damn I just say what I mean
Devlah
13
Dumb ass bitch
Lemme hear that
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Writer(s): Devin Cummings
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