FUCK EM
• Written by B-WIliikus007
verse 1
str8 up out the cell now im back at the stove,
cooked it up bagged it up now im back on the stroll,
i dont sale nuffin whole im breakin it down,
if u see me on the 9 then im makin my rounds,
my time on my money no time for u clowns,
im on my way up u suckas stuck on the ground,
i heard yall lil slick talk like a bitch talk,
the way the 5th spark leave ya frame in thick chalk,
the way the whip park buss and let the clip bark,
red beam on the top u know my shit sharp,
clear the whole block make them peoples kick rocks,
im on my A game u know my shit tip top
strap up in all blatuck wen it get dark,
anything movin the nickel make em flip flop,
and wen my shit rock u know the shit rock,
drop his body off like im waitin at a pit stop
Verse 2-
u docan find me by my buildin right by the stop sign,
prolly tottin on the nickel or the glock 9,
u cant stop mine i wish u stop tryin,
now them shots firin bitch the block mine,
yea i can stamp that this where i camp at,
this where i lamp at yea this where the champ at,
u can can that i aint rockin dogg,
gotta couple 8 balls bout to rock em all,
half oz of the molly just to top it off,
QP of the pak bout to knock it off,
if a nigga hit my phone i drop it off,
keep the shooters on the side so i can watch it all,
and wen u see me movin i aint stoppin dogg,
money on the line i gotta clock it all,
while u clockin me mack momma clockin yall,
aim at fitted hats then we knock em off,
verse 3-
we back out and im backin out
in dat smacked out A6,
whole dashboard lightin up like a space ship,
u better lay low never know wen the K spit,
hunit round drum 223 wit the gray tip,
im the one like Neo in Matrix,
im done wit the drum work the 50 shot str8 clip,
infrared beam on the top for a str8 hit,
the jay lit but i dont really say shit,
i can tell that u suckas on that fake shit,
fuck around get ya head buss get ya whole face split,
im on my jake shit bussin wit the jay lt,
slide thru and rap shit yea im on the 8 bitch,
heavy weight shit drum feel like a weight lift,
str8 liquor no chase bitch taste it,
leave body leanin on the gate like ya wasted,
brain on the sidewalk lookin like they pasted
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B-WIliikus007
Member since March 3 2016