And This Only the Intro
If a nigga killia ' ain't dead, why you screamin' rest in peace
If a nigga slide on gang, then we back out in them streets
If a nigga say that he bang, that's some shit I gotta see
I got a choppa, let it bang, if they try fuckin' with me
Yeah, we pissin' on his grave, leavin' faces on the tee
All this money can't make me change, cause I'm really true to me
Yeah, my shawty, I know her name, yeah, she rockin' witha king
Yeah, I'm aimin' for your head, if they fuckin' with the queen
Man, that's all facts, no cap, ain't paranoid with that strap
We stampin' names on them tombs, we hit you once and that's a wrap
Yellow tape, that's all we see, murder scene, that's first degree
Yeah, fuck twelve who catchin' me when they find out I'm overseas
Man, we spinnin' back at least one time, tryna kill your entourage
Ain't no witnesses in this murder scene, they hid like camouflage
I'ma open your bitch legs and I'ma park in her garage
Man, I'm true to this, you new to this, that's makin' you a fraud
All these killers, what's your move? We teach a lesson like it's school
Bitch, don't play me for no fool, now you left floatin' in that pool
That shit ain't sweet, you still gon' lose, I'm like Joe Ball, breakin' these rules
Man, fuck your two cent' n yo. views, locked in that cell, singin' them blues
All these names, who I'm gon' choose, who did me worse, are really my views
We burnin' bridges like they Jews, man, y'all can't win if I don't lose
Y'all know Xclusive been' that dude, I'm still that nigga pushin' them pounds
Fuck that noise, I don't hear sounds, servin' fiends, makin' them proud
Smokin' on your last tape, who thought your shit could get worse
Do shawty bad one time, then I'ma put your bitch first
Pokin' at her back with this dick, I made her hips worse
Put bread in her hand, cause you know she have to see a nurse
I really been that nigga, and I'm only gettin' bigga
Like a white man with that trigga, it ain't hard for me to hit ya
With this beam, how could I miss ya
Rollin' up, fuck your swisher, that's your bitch, you better come get her
Cause she fuckin' with a real nigga, yeah
Deep down her throat, I'm guaranteed to make her choke
She ain't comin' back and you know cause your ass lame and yo ass broke
You lost your bitch and now your bro, man, it's all facts, fuck them jokes
Who you talkin' to when you lone? Cause your bitch brother, he gone
If a nigga slide on gang, then we back out in them streets
If a nigga say that he bang, that's some shit I gotta see
I got a choppa, let it bang, if they try fuckin' with me
Yeah, we pissin' on his grave, leavin' faces on the tee
All this money can't make me change, cause I'm really true to me
Yeah, my shawty, I know her name, yeah, she rockin' witha king
Yeah, I'm aimin' for your head, if they fuckin' with the queen
Man, that's all facts, no cap, ain't paranoid with that strap
We stampin' names on them tombs, we hit you once and that's a wrap
Yellow tape, that's all we see, murder scene, that's first degree
Yeah, fuck twelve who catchin' me when they find out I'm overseas
Man, we spinnin' back at least one time, tryna kill your entourage
Ain't no witnesses in this murder scene, they hid like camouflage
I'ma open your bitch legs and I'ma park in her garage
Man, I'm true to this, you new to this, that's makin' you a fraud
All these killers, what's your move? We teach a lesson like it's school
Bitch, don't play me for no fool, now you left floatin' in that pool
That shit ain't sweet, you still gon' lose, I'm like Joe Ball, breakin' these rules
Man, fuck your two cent' n yo. views, locked in that cell, singin' them blues
All these names, who I'm gon' choose, who did me worse, are really my views
We burnin' bridges like they Jews, man, y'all can't win if I don't lose
Y'all know Xclusive been' that dude, I'm still that nigga pushin' them pounds
Fuck that noise, I don't hear sounds, servin' fiends, makin' them proud
Smokin' on your last tape, who thought your shit could get worse
Do shawty bad one time, then I'ma put your bitch first
Pokin' at her back with this dick, I made her hips worse
Put bread in her hand, cause you know she have to see a nurse
I really been that nigga, and I'm only gettin' bigga
Like a white man with that trigga, it ain't hard for me to hit ya
With this beam, how could I miss ya
Rollin' up, fuck your swisher, that's your bitch, you better come get her
Cause she fuckin' with a real nigga, yeah
Deep down her throat, I'm guaranteed to make her choke
She ain't comin' back and you know cause your ass lame and yo ass broke
You lost your bitch and now your bro, man, it's all facts, fuck them jokes
Who you talkin' to when you lone? Cause your bitch brother, he gone
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Winford
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