Wolves
What is he sayin
I know his lifestyle is a circus
I really can't stand clowns
Better quit playin
Cause once we find out
Where he stay
He get caught
With his pants down
Same way since birth
A snitch, A son of a bitch
Yeah, that's word around town He can't see it
But hear it all over his body
It feel like surround sound
He was a killer
Certified cold case getter
But tryna get found now Where they do that at?
Cause really run up the skrilla And aim at his eyebrows
I'm with the lions
And tigers and bears
Better pay attention
I ain't stutter
Word to my mother
I could've got you drenched
And pinched from the trench To the gutter
I might turn up
No telling what I put up
I made a deal with the cutters
No I ain't play by the rules
But I paid my dues
And made off smooth
like butter
He like, what up
33-5 for the cut up
5500 for the touch up
Skip that tit for a tat
We ain't in to that
We spin right back
And go one up
What he gon' tell me
Bitch nigga don't be silly
Gave you the keys to the city
Showed you the east
The west, the north, the south
And gave you the play to Philly Gave you the celly
Real talk gave you the telly
Really put food in your belly
Keep it a buck
You do it for comments and likes
But nigga, this ain't what you want
Stop the car like what is he saying?
Hit em up
Then spit out his brain
I don't know why he playing them games
Oh, he must be in love with fame
Plain & simple look
We not the same
I'm a beast that can't be tamed Wide body, hog all the lanes
Imma make em feel all the pain
Why, why, why
I don't know why
He tellin them lies
I don't know what
He tellin them guys
I'm cuttin throats
And cuttin' ties
Why, why, why
I don't know why
His brain so fried
Why I gotta put
His soul in the sky
This shit easy I don't try
Why, why, why
I don't know why
He tellin' them lies
I don't know what he tellin' them guys
I'm cuttin' throats
And cuttin' ties
Why, why, why
I don't know why
His brain so fried
Why I gotta put
His soul in the sky
This shit easy I don't even try Why, why, why
Tell the truth
I don't know why you lyin man
Gotta have you the
Heart of a lion man
In a trench it get hot
As a frying pan
Hittas hang off the wall
Like Spiderman
Fifty Cal
Gon' tear out his diaphragm
You can say what you want
But I'm not a fan
Keep the heat & the toast
If I gotta jam
Rappin and trappin' my ass off They probably hopin'
I crash off
Whippin' the wraith
Like a NASCAR
Can't wait till the day
That I blast off
Most of my hoes is past raw Better make sure you
Close that back door
Ain't no need to ask bruh
Keep it rockin' like NASA
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit em up
Then spit out his brain
I don't know why he playing them games
Oh, he must be in love with fame
Plain & simple look
We not the same
I'm a beast that can't be tamed Wide body, hog all the lanes
Imma make em feel all the pain
Why, why, why
I don't know why
He tellin them lies
I don't know what
he tellin them guys
I'm cuttin throats
And cuttin' ties
Why, why, why
I don't know why
His brain so fried
Why I gotta put
His soul in the sky
This shit easy I don't try
Why, why, why
I don't know why
He tellin' them lies
I don't know what he tellin' them guys
I'm cuttin' throats
And cuttin' ties
Why, why, why
I don't know why
His brain so fried
Why I gotta put
His soul in the sky
This shit easy I don't even try Why, why, why
I know his lifestyle is a circus
I really can't stand clowns
Better quit playin
Cause once we find out
Where he stay
He get caught
With his pants down
Same way since birth
A snitch, A son of a bitch
Yeah, that's word around town He can't see it
But hear it all over his body
It feel like surround sound
He was a killer
Certified cold case getter
But tryna get found now Where they do that at?
Cause really run up the skrilla And aim at his eyebrows
I'm with the lions
And tigers and bears
Better pay attention
I ain't stutter
Word to my mother
I could've got you drenched
And pinched from the trench To the gutter
I might turn up
No telling what I put up
I made a deal with the cutters
No I ain't play by the rules
But I paid my dues
And made off smooth
like butter
He like, what up
33-5 for the cut up
5500 for the touch up
Skip that tit for a tat
We ain't in to that
We spin right back
And go one up
What he gon' tell me
Bitch nigga don't be silly
Gave you the keys to the city
Showed you the east
The west, the north, the south
And gave you the play to Philly Gave you the celly
Real talk gave you the telly
Really put food in your belly
Keep it a buck
You do it for comments and likes
But nigga, this ain't what you want
Stop the car like what is he saying?
Hit em up
Then spit out his brain
I don't know why he playing them games
Oh, he must be in love with fame
Plain & simple look
We not the same
I'm a beast that can't be tamed Wide body, hog all the lanes
Imma make em feel all the pain
Why, why, why
I don't know why
He tellin them lies
I don't know what
He tellin them guys
I'm cuttin throats
And cuttin' ties
Why, why, why
I don't know why
His brain so fried
Why I gotta put
His soul in the sky
This shit easy I don't try
Why, why, why
I don't know why
He tellin' them lies
I don't know what he tellin' them guys
I'm cuttin' throats
And cuttin' ties
Why, why, why
I don't know why
His brain so fried
Why I gotta put
His soul in the sky
This shit easy I don't even try Why, why, why
Tell the truth
I don't know why you lyin man
Gotta have you the
Heart of a lion man
In a trench it get hot
As a frying pan
Hittas hang off the wall
Like Spiderman
Fifty Cal
Gon' tear out his diaphragm
You can say what you want
But I'm not a fan
Keep the heat & the toast
If I gotta jam
Rappin and trappin' my ass off They probably hopin'
I crash off
Whippin' the wraith
Like a NASCAR
Can't wait till the day
That I blast off
Most of my hoes is past raw Better make sure you
Close that back door
Ain't no need to ask bruh
Keep it rockin' like NASA
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit em up
Then spit out his brain
I don't know why he playing them games
Oh, he must be in love with fame
Plain & simple look
We not the same
I'm a beast that can't be tamed Wide body, hog all the lanes
Imma make em feel all the pain
Why, why, why
I don't know why
He tellin them lies
I don't know what
he tellin them guys
I'm cuttin throats
And cuttin' ties
Why, why, why
I don't know why
His brain so fried
Why I gotta put
His soul in the sky
This shit easy I don't try
Why, why, why
I don't know why
He tellin' them lies
I don't know what he tellin' them guys
I'm cuttin' throats
And cuttin' ties
Why, why, why
I don't know why
His brain so fried
Why I gotta put
His soul in the sky
This shit easy I don't even try Why, why, why
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