Matrix
I hop out the cut with the Glock
Ima shoot at his mouth he gone taste it
He tried to duck all of my shots
This lil nigga thought it was matrix
Yea I gotta beam on my nine
Yea I'm with the gang and we slide
If he try to run up like a blitz
Man I swear to god he gone get fried
If you ain't my gang, ima hit you
So you better be on my side
You know I ain't cuffing that lil bitch
I pass her right to the guys
No I ain't cuffing a hoe
I put designer all over my toes
She wanna fuck cause she see how I roll
She get the meat and then leave out the door
Why that boy talking bout he want some smoke?
Cause he ain't gone live
All of my choppas ah take out a rib cage
Leave his ass dead in the field
Got niggas to check on yo bitch page
And tell right where you live
If he try to play he get put in a spliff
Reminds me, I cannot love on no hoe
You know that I'm dropping these bangers with Triss
Ohh, yea they know ima rockstar they know I stay with my Glock
You know I'm shooting the scene up if I ever catch me a opp
Let's go, let's go
I gotta stay in my mode
They know that I keep me a pole
If you try to run up ima blow
Ohh, can you see?
Im just a young nigga rocking 5D
I just can't wait until we blow and go up some more
We finna kick in the doors and we taking everything that we need
I hop out the cut with the Glock
Ima shoot at his mouth he gone taste it
He tried to duck all of my shots
This lil nigga thought it was matrix
Yea I gotta beam on my nine
Yea I'm with the gang and we slide
If he try to run up like a blitz
Man I swear to god he gone get fried
If you ain't my gang, ima hit you
So you better be on my side
You know I ain't cuffing that lil bitch
I pass her right to the guys
No I ain't cuffing a hoe
I put designer all over my toes
She wanna fuck cause she see how I roll
She get the meat and then leave out the door
Why that boy talking bout he want some smoke?
Cause he ain't gone live
All of my choppas ah take out a rib cage
Leave his ass dead in the field
Got niggas to check on yo bitch page
And tell right where you live
Im the champion but I never had a belt
If he try to run up I swear I'll make him melt
Run it up by my lonely never needed help
You never been in the trenches I can tell
Got so much dope it's breaking up the scale
I cannot lose cause I'm too angelic
They see me going up and they getting jealous
Breaking these records I feel like Kareem
I shoot from up close, make him float like a dream
I can't love a hoe I gotta racks on these racks
I gotta count all of my green
Ima shoot at his mouth he gone taste it
He tried to duck all of my shots
This lil nigga thought it was matrix
Yea I gotta beam on my nine
Yea I'm with the gang and we slide
If he try to run up like a blitz
Man I swear to god he gone get fried
If you ain't my gang, ima hit you
So you better be on my side
You know I ain't cuffing that lil bitch
I pass her right to the guys
No I ain't cuffing a hoe
I put designer all over my toes
She wanna fuck cause she see how I roll
She get the meat and then leave out the door
Why that boy talking bout he want some smoke?
Cause he ain't gone live
All of my choppas ah take out a rib cage
Leave his ass dead in the field
Got niggas to check on yo bitch page
And tell right where you live
If he try to play he get put in a spliff
Reminds me, I cannot love on no hoe
You know that I'm dropping these bangers with Triss
Ohh, yea they know ima rockstar they know I stay with my Glock
You know I'm shooting the scene up if I ever catch me a opp
Let's go, let's go
I gotta stay in my mode
They know that I keep me a pole
If you try to run up ima blow
Ohh, can you see?
Im just a young nigga rocking 5D
I just can't wait until we blow and go up some more
We finna kick in the doors and we taking everything that we need
I hop out the cut with the Glock
Ima shoot at his mouth he gone taste it
He tried to duck all of my shots
This lil nigga thought it was matrix
Yea I gotta beam on my nine
Yea I'm with the gang and we slide
If he try to run up like a blitz
Man I swear to god he gone get fried
If you ain't my gang, ima hit you
So you better be on my side
You know I ain't cuffing that lil bitch
I pass her right to the guys
No I ain't cuffing a hoe
I put designer all over my toes
She wanna fuck cause she see how I roll
She get the meat and then leave out the door
Why that boy talking bout he want some smoke?
Cause he ain't gone live
All of my choppas ah take out a rib cage
Leave his ass dead in the field
Got niggas to check on yo bitch page
And tell right where you live
Im the champion but I never had a belt
If he try to run up I swear I'll make him melt
Run it up by my lonely never needed help
You never been in the trenches I can tell
Got so much dope it's breaking up the scale
I cannot lose cause I'm too angelic
They see me going up and they getting jealous
Breaking these records I feel like Kareem
I shoot from up close, make him float like a dream
I can't love a hoe I gotta racks on these racks
I gotta count all of my green
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