[Intro]
Polish track, Cory Gunz
Produced by The Goat
[Verse 1]
My father said If I ever caught a body don't tell him
Cause the call it conspiracy, they probably go jail him
Niggas get disrespect for you shoot him in they place
I got niggas who would attack you with rugers to they face (dam)
Only you in your own shit, bail out in the morning
A lawyer go free 'em like they want they jail out in the walls
I spit in your mom's face, run down pops
Scared your kids with a bunch a guns down your block
Make you hide up in your bitch, in her ass
I could flip in a flash, dip in your stash, ripping pass
Leave 'em motherfuckers stiffing the past
Am living the mass, cause personal
Merking you and twisting you ass (Street Sweepers)
Make me a grammy and enough to slide your rizon
And not even a tele, front a bunch a Jez
A dental, I don't give a fuck, am tell him what I had bad temper
No tolerance for none a you trash rap niggas
I could see the pussy, I could hear it while I was smell it
What am tryna say is that I could tell that you teling
I'm a young money hitter, out for nothing to get yuh
Anything you do my account is for the Militia
My niggas head of horns, many horn bought
Before I was Indian, I was a war lord
What am tryna tell you, is am all for it
We could do it with the sword, all for ford
Am a cidal maniac, that's what am going towards
Niggas tryna win me back, but am rolling forward
Used to sell pines now down the small court
I used to poick types now am found with all sorts
On the stoop I sit nights, thinking how to go porch
I use to switch bikes now am down to go Porsh
Connect like reconnis, still you choosing
I told 'em give me something when niggas think it's finish you still shooting
I need something that just whistling and spitting missiles
Make families get tissues for late issues, paying for their niggas
That wrap, a grip pistols, hand full a niggas, that stack the stick with you
Grands on my bitches and sex is dismissals
Hands on my niggas get clap with cris nickels
All kinds of cows customize like cars
Leave a nigga with a C-section style like scar
If you spitting and kicking, imma find that smart
Polish track, Cory Gunz
Produced by The Goat
[Verse 1]
My father said If I ever caught a body don't tell him
Cause the call it conspiracy, they probably go jail him
Niggas get disrespect for you shoot him in they place
I got niggas who would attack you with rugers to they face (dam)
Only you in your own shit, bail out in the morning
A lawyer go free 'em like they want they jail out in the walls
I spit in your mom's face, run down pops
Scared your kids with a bunch a guns down your block
Make you hide up in your bitch, in her ass
I could flip in a flash, dip in your stash, ripping pass
Leave 'em motherfuckers stiffing the past
Am living the mass, cause personal
Merking you and twisting you ass (Street Sweepers)
Make me a grammy and enough to slide your rizon
And not even a tele, front a bunch a Jez
A dental, I don't give a fuck, am tell him what I had bad temper
No tolerance for none a you trash rap niggas
I could see the pussy, I could hear it while I was smell it
What am tryna say is that I could tell that you teling
I'm a young money hitter, out for nothing to get yuh
Anything you do my account is for the Militia
My niggas head of horns, many horn bought
Before I was Indian, I was a war lord
What am tryna tell you, is am all for it
We could do it with the sword, all for ford
Am a cidal maniac, that's what am going towards
Niggas tryna win me back, but am rolling forward
Used to sell pines now down the small court
I used to poick types now am found with all sorts
On the stoop I sit nights, thinking how to go porch
I use to switch bikes now am down to go Porsh
Connect like reconnis, still you choosing
I told 'em give me something when niggas think it's finish you still shooting
I need something that just whistling and spitting missiles
Make families get tissues for late issues, paying for their niggas
That wrap, a grip pistols, hand full a niggas, that stack the stick with you
Grands on my bitches and sex is dismissals
Hands on my niggas get clap with cris nickels
All kinds of cows customize like cars
Leave a nigga with a C-section style like scar
If you spitting and kicking, imma find that smart
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