Araab Styles
Yea Poovs
Turn the vision on these niggas
Arab, this shit is crack, Duke salute
My eyes on the prize
Phantom but not at the opera
Phantom death of the doctor
Shorty a shopper, he ain't gunning the whole
Yea, but never was fropper, certified
Hop up in the whip, you went under, take the murder ride
Rolling with that Predorians, Cubans, coke emporium
Came up, doing G shit real, gangsta historian
I'm a gangsta on the real my nigga
I never squeal and I never do no sucker shit
Go out on my shell (I go out)
Shoot my brains out, shoot my heart out
Catch me at the juice bar, pourin a little bok out
Catch me on the mike, just give it a little spark
I'm electrified and you're petrified
Niggas buggin me, spray a little pesticide
I take face shots, you could put the vest aside
No need for em bloody, you gon bleed for em
You gon be the one to hold his dick when you pee for him
Cuz he paralyzed, look at the barrel size
And I ain't buyin that gangsta shit you advertise (I ain't buyin it)
You a fix or a problem?
Kill em in Yonkers and dump the body in Harlem
I'm despicable, with a hole in revolver
Ask the shooter or a carver if the ghost is the hardest
The answer's always yes
So you could fuck around cuz it's always death, wuddup?
Yea, shit be a hug lemme just pop a little shit right here though
You niggas is nowhere near ready
I can't even figure me out
Every rapper reppin the say, I know they pussy though
Take my knife, stick it up in 'em like they a pussy hole
Yea I been the boss but ain't my cars all affordable
And the hoopty playin verbal intercourse
Figure it out
A Sal Thorpes when I'm reeling up
Cuz I don't mean the ball court when I say these D-in up (they D-in up)
I break the laws, fuck the chord a low
Penny never seen with a dime or a quarter so
And I'd rather die before, dime on court to yall
But you could get killed for your motherfuckin Audemar (get killed nigga)
But I ain't got time for time
Dancing in the shadows of the shadows, look time to shine
I take the digits though, you don't take the picture nigga
I'm Samsung, lil nigga you Vizio
I'm a better show and a better sound
You don't get the picture for the paper, spread the love around
Fuck everything Poovs
I ain't even wanna sign off
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Turn the vision on these niggas
Arab, this shit is crack, Duke salute
My eyes on the prize
Phantom but not at the opera
Phantom death of the doctor
Shorty a shopper, he ain't gunning the whole
Yea, but never was fropper, certified
Hop up in the whip, you went under, take the murder ride
Rolling with that Predorians, Cubans, coke emporium
Came up, doing G shit real, gangsta historian
I'm a gangsta on the real my nigga
I never squeal and I never do no sucker shit
Go out on my shell (I go out)
Shoot my brains out, shoot my heart out
Catch me at the juice bar, pourin a little bok out
Catch me on the mike, just give it a little spark
I'm electrified and you're petrified
Niggas buggin me, spray a little pesticide
I take face shots, you could put the vest aside
No need for em bloody, you gon bleed for em
You gon be the one to hold his dick when you pee for him
Cuz he paralyzed, look at the barrel size
And I ain't buyin that gangsta shit you advertise (I ain't buyin it)
You a fix or a problem?
Kill em in Yonkers and dump the body in Harlem
I'm despicable, with a hole in revolver
Ask the shooter or a carver if the ghost is the hardest
The answer's always yes
So you could fuck around cuz it's always death, wuddup?
Yea, shit be a hug lemme just pop a little shit right here though
You niggas is nowhere near ready
I can't even figure me out
Every rapper reppin the say, I know they pussy though
Take my knife, stick it up in 'em like they a pussy hole
Yea I been the boss but ain't my cars all affordable
And the hoopty playin verbal intercourse
Figure it out
A Sal Thorpes when I'm reeling up
Cuz I don't mean the ball court when I say these D-in up (they D-in up)
I break the laws, fuck the chord a low
Penny never seen with a dime or a quarter so
And I'd rather die before, dime on court to yall
But you could get killed for your motherfuckin Audemar (get killed nigga)
But I ain't got time for time
Dancing in the shadows of the shadows, look time to shine
I take the digits though, you don't take the picture nigga
I'm Samsung, lil nigga you Vizio
I'm a better show and a better sound
You don't get the picture for the paper, spread the love around
Fuck everything Poovs
I ain't even wanna sign off
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Writer(s): David Styles, Abraham Orellana
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