Burgundy
You wan screw with those riskies
Naw this aint the time or day
Nh he got the screw face
That mean that boy is not ok
Im hautin niggas that owe me money
Is why my head in your cabinet
Im killing you and him ima turn this Shit to a calvary
I break the scale
My clock done seen it all and he aint Gone never tell
Ya rappers stale you really dont shoot That much it aint that hard tell
Dont switch it up ima send you soms Niggas who really give it up
I done did enough but im from a era
When we stay quiet its was cool to Hush
I made it shake
You aint never been in the cold and Still had to made it bake
You aint never feed ya bro first
Before you even touch the plate
My hunger wait now ima stretch this
Im on my 3rd today
Don't disrespect me no this aint off red Bitch this burgundy
Couple shots then they all fled them Boys in burgundy
Head to toe on my hood day
Them boys in burgundy
You aint from this section well you Cant stay take off that burgundy
No false clams or half pimpin ima call It Perjury
Zero tolerance im talking none at all
The only time you see me i aint gone Front its cause that money called
Last nigga tried it i aint hit him but he Was doing summer-salts
I be chillen but at any minute I could Turn to carnivore
I gotta appetite
Y'all want the murders but im the Cabbage type
Stash in the colon who getting baged Tonight
I could make a pound off of this
If my math is right
I breakdown ion do the wholesale
You loosing half the price
I dont think you wan screw with those Riskies
Naw this aint the time or day
Nh he got the screw face
That mean that boy is not ok
Im hautin niggas that owe me money
Is why my head in your cabinet
Im killing you and him ima turn this Shit to a calvary
I dont trust no nigga no not at all
I done see best friends point fingers Standing in them courts
I know niggas who close they eyes to Shoot
My niggas stand over corps
My niggas understand the assignment
Dem kids is dumb as forest
Tre playin chess and i never been a Pawn
Trnch baby got them snakes outside I Don't know who had a lawn
All i knew i wasn't comin inside until The pack was gone
Ima get it off wasn't into beef that Trap had to get involved
I don't think you wan screw with those Riskies
Naw this aint the time or day
Nh he got the screw face
That mean that boy is not ok
Im hautin niggas that owe me money
Is why my head in your cabinet
Im killing you and him ima turn this Shit to a calvary
Naw this aint the time or day
Nh he got the screw face
That mean that boy is not ok
Im hautin niggas that owe me money
Is why my head in your cabinet
Im killing you and him ima turn this Shit to a calvary
I break the scale
My clock done seen it all and he aint Gone never tell
Ya rappers stale you really dont shoot That much it aint that hard tell
Dont switch it up ima send you soms Niggas who really give it up
I done did enough but im from a era
When we stay quiet its was cool to Hush
I made it shake
You aint never been in the cold and Still had to made it bake
You aint never feed ya bro first
Before you even touch the plate
My hunger wait now ima stretch this
Im on my 3rd today
Don't disrespect me no this aint off red Bitch this burgundy
Couple shots then they all fled them Boys in burgundy
Head to toe on my hood day
Them boys in burgundy
You aint from this section well you Cant stay take off that burgundy
No false clams or half pimpin ima call It Perjury
Zero tolerance im talking none at all
The only time you see me i aint gone Front its cause that money called
Last nigga tried it i aint hit him but he Was doing summer-salts
I be chillen but at any minute I could Turn to carnivore
I gotta appetite
Y'all want the murders but im the Cabbage type
Stash in the colon who getting baged Tonight
I could make a pound off of this
If my math is right
I breakdown ion do the wholesale
You loosing half the price
I dont think you wan screw with those Riskies
Naw this aint the time or day
Nh he got the screw face
That mean that boy is not ok
Im hautin niggas that owe me money
Is why my head in your cabinet
Im killing you and him ima turn this Shit to a calvary
I dont trust no nigga no not at all
I done see best friends point fingers Standing in them courts
I know niggas who close they eyes to Shoot
My niggas stand over corps
My niggas understand the assignment
Dem kids is dumb as forest
Tre playin chess and i never been a Pawn
Trnch baby got them snakes outside I Don't know who had a lawn
All i knew i wasn't comin inside until The pack was gone
Ima get it off wasn't into beef that Trap had to get involved
I don't think you wan screw with those Riskies
Naw this aint the time or day
Nh he got the screw face
That mean that boy is not ok
Im hautin niggas that owe me money
Is why my head in your cabinet
Im killing you and him ima turn this Shit to a calvary
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Writer(s): Jermaine Hairston
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