Last Testament
Hold up hold up hold up
Shut up man
Who the fuck is that
Hello
Hey Gr8 Gr8 what's up
Man they pop that nigga man they popped that nigga son
Who
Them hoe ass niggas from the other side
They popped that nigga for a peezy
They popped that nigga what you want me to do
Naw nigga you don't need to do shit
You don't do shit I got it I got it I got it I'm on the way
Fuck man
Hey you gotta go you gotta you gotta go
Are you serious
Know what you want and speak to mind you just can't stutter
If you can't trust them round no bag that ain't yo brother
And if she moving like a boss you better cuff her
And if he moving like a rat you better stuff him
Cause these lil new niggas is different they got money too just ain't got no soul
So I'm dishing out my money too Cant let them get on
I put that pistol at that one or two yo body or soul cause I'm different
And I can't let these pussy niggas in my business
Open that trunk gotta make room
Cause if he try to play us then them bullets going straight through
Broad day light I ain't no killer but don't push me
I'm shooting down the cars on my mama I got foot speed pussy
Aim for the tire gotta slow yo prey
Potna doing life for murder case and I'm his protégé
Walk em down show him he was outta his league
He thought this pistol was for show this ain't no Hollywood scene
But I got Hollywood dreams and you about to be a extra
HBO showtime Cinemax make a special
Ima shoot this shot in 4K broad day pistol play full clip hip to face
Know what you want and speak to mind you just can't stutter
If you can't trust them round no bag that ain't yo brother
And if she moving like a boss you better cuff her
And if he moving like a rat you better stuff him
Cause these lil new niggas is different they got money too just ain't got no soul
So I'm dishing out my money too Cant let them get on
I put that pistol at that one or two yo body or soul cause I'm different
Body on the pavement he ain't moving but he still breathing
Shoot his ass again I can hear the demons
He fighting like the star actor but this ain't no ordinary script
So ain't no police coming in after
Remember me you took out my brother for a pound of weed
And they ain't hold no trial in court so I'll held it in the streets
You have been convicted of a murder nigga first degree
And now your judgment coming from a pistol nigga held by me
Dear lord if he make it through them gates I consider you fraud
Cause I'm just doing what you said in yo Old Testaments
You taught us eye for a eye so this my last testament Testify
Shut up man
Who the fuck is that
Hello
Hey Gr8 Gr8 what's up
Man they pop that nigga man they popped that nigga son
Who
Them hoe ass niggas from the other side
They popped that nigga for a peezy
They popped that nigga what you want me to do
Naw nigga you don't need to do shit
You don't do shit I got it I got it I got it I'm on the way
Fuck man
Hey you gotta go you gotta you gotta go
Are you serious
Know what you want and speak to mind you just can't stutter
If you can't trust them round no bag that ain't yo brother
And if she moving like a boss you better cuff her
And if he moving like a rat you better stuff him
Cause these lil new niggas is different they got money too just ain't got no soul
So I'm dishing out my money too Cant let them get on
I put that pistol at that one or two yo body or soul cause I'm different
And I can't let these pussy niggas in my business
Open that trunk gotta make room
Cause if he try to play us then them bullets going straight through
Broad day light I ain't no killer but don't push me
I'm shooting down the cars on my mama I got foot speed pussy
Aim for the tire gotta slow yo prey
Potna doing life for murder case and I'm his protégé
Walk em down show him he was outta his league
He thought this pistol was for show this ain't no Hollywood scene
But I got Hollywood dreams and you about to be a extra
HBO showtime Cinemax make a special
Ima shoot this shot in 4K broad day pistol play full clip hip to face
Know what you want and speak to mind you just can't stutter
If you can't trust them round no bag that ain't yo brother
And if she moving like a boss you better cuff her
And if he moving like a rat you better stuff him
Cause these lil new niggas is different they got money too just ain't got no soul
So I'm dishing out my money too Cant let them get on
I put that pistol at that one or two yo body or soul cause I'm different
Body on the pavement he ain't moving but he still breathing
Shoot his ass again I can hear the demons
He fighting like the star actor but this ain't no ordinary script
So ain't no police coming in after
Remember me you took out my brother for a pound of weed
And they ain't hold no trial in court so I'll held it in the streets
You have been convicted of a murder nigga first degree
And now your judgment coming from a pistol nigga held by me
Dear lord if he make it through them gates I consider you fraud
Cause I'm just doing what you said in yo Old Testaments
You taught us eye for a eye so this my last testament Testify
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Writer(s): Jamair Hubert
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