HOOK:
Stepped up motherfucker tell'em Half is on a banger
I gotta kill this beat, you're gonna feel that beast
I'm gonna fuck that bitch, you've got to take a seat
We're gonna need emergency people see me as a feast
Fuck these lames, man I came straight in the game
And stepped up motherfucker now you know Half is on a banger
I gotta kill this beat, you're gonna feel that beast
I'm gonna fuck that bitch, you've got to take a seat
Workin out hard as fuck, showin up, good as fuck
Man I came SITG
Verse1:
Fuckin around and young as fuck
Trade those bucks for sum drugs
Still rollin up up in those trucks
We bossin'up with kush & paper
Go tell Stark that my gun is better
Just ask him to spit
At this he won't be as quick as I do it
Bitch I'm ill as boggey man
But later on what will I have done
Just to come right there and blow my lungs
It does so long that I am gone inside my art
So how should I get out of these rap shits?
Bitch I don't want. Man Imma stay in untill I blow them cheques
Untill my own death is all I have left bitch I need'em war!
Suffocating in this word of debts what's next?
I wreck my texts with my French ass tongue
Talking about some shit I thought
Plus I put my flow appart
Climbing up neva gonna belly flop I pop
Straight to the top, not gonna stop or drop
Laced up nonstop, BAOUH!
Stepped up motherfucker tell'em Half is on a banger
I gotta kill this beat, you're gonna feel that beast
I'm gonna fuck that bitch, you've got to take a seat
We're gonna need emergency people see me as a feast
Fuck these lames, man I came straight in the game
And stepped up motherfucker now you know Half is on a banger
I gotta kill this beat, you're gonna feel that beast
I'm gonna fuck that bitch, you've got to take a seat
Workin out hard as fuck, showin up, good as fuck
Man I came SITG
Verse1:
Fuckin around and young as fuck
Trade those bucks for sum drugs
Still rollin up up in those trucks
We bossin'up with kush & paper
Go tell Stark that my gun is better
Just ask him to spit
At this he won't be as quick as I do it
Bitch I'm ill as boggey man
But later on what will I have done
Just to come right there and blow my lungs
It does so long that I am gone inside my art
So how should I get out of these rap shits?
Bitch I don't want. Man Imma stay in untill I blow them cheques
Untill my own death is all I have left bitch I need'em war!
Suffocating in this word of debts what's next?
I wreck my texts with my French ass tongue
Talking about some shit I thought
Plus I put my flow appart
Climbing up neva gonna belly flop I pop
Straight to the top, not gonna stop or drop
Laced up nonstop, BAOUH!
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