[Chorus: Razah]
People only wanna respect you when you're crazy
Slay, you's a wild child
And we rep them streets, can you hear me?
My people's gon' talk [?]
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I'd go to hell if my niggas was dead
Drinking liquor, blowing L's like I'm living in there
Matter fact, y'all food, I'm the dinnerware
And I can't go to heaven, I'll be sinning in there
Listen up, I keep two guns on my hips
Got a few hundred pounds, move them on my strip
Niggas leave off the block, when I'm on my shit
Got my hands in my pants, and they ain't on my dick
Fuck a nigga, keep these guns on safety for what
From a place wherе faces get cut, niggas is taping you up
They gon' bring you to a placе in the cut
It's real dirty, then from 7:30, niggas start breaking you up
I wear a mask like it's a masquerade
'Cause I got beef with niggas like me that'll blast away
Listen dawg, I'm tryna last a day
So if I see tomorrow, I'm grabbing these hollows to [?]
[Verse 2: McGruff]
Yo
Kay Slay gave me a call
Said Gruff, I got a spot for you
No doubt, Slay, I'm about to make it hot for you
These ain't no thugs, they pussy
Stop fronting like you hard 'fore your mug get pushed
Blood gon' gush
Fuck up my cheese [?], stain my Pelle Pelle
That 40 Cal turn a 6 pack belly jelly
I hit a nigga how he supposed get hit
I woke up and hit him close
This big shit I tote fasho gon get him ghost
Fasho it's no [?]
Know what them bullets do
Know the outcome, you know ain't no pulling through
It's a rap [?]
Let me see you talk that same shit when the caps in you
Cocksucker
You punk motherfuckers bring the noise
The bigger the croud, bigger the funeral
Yeah, bring your boys
The shit I talk, believe I can back it
Ain't nothing sweet, got that heat underneath the jacket
Faggot
People only wanna respect you when you're crazy
Slay, you's a wild child
And we rep them streets, can you hear me?
My people's gon' talk [?]
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I'd go to hell if my niggas was dead
Drinking liquor, blowing L's like I'm living in there
Matter fact, y'all food, I'm the dinnerware
And I can't go to heaven, I'll be sinning in there
Listen up, I keep two guns on my hips
Got a few hundred pounds, move them on my strip
Niggas leave off the block, when I'm on my shit
Got my hands in my pants, and they ain't on my dick
Fuck a nigga, keep these guns on safety for what
From a place wherе faces get cut, niggas is taping you up
They gon' bring you to a placе in the cut
It's real dirty, then from 7:30, niggas start breaking you up
I wear a mask like it's a masquerade
'Cause I got beef with niggas like me that'll blast away
Listen dawg, I'm tryna last a day
So if I see tomorrow, I'm grabbing these hollows to [?]
[Verse 2: McGruff]
Yo
Kay Slay gave me a call
Said Gruff, I got a spot for you
No doubt, Slay, I'm about to make it hot for you
These ain't no thugs, they pussy
Stop fronting like you hard 'fore your mug get pushed
Blood gon' gush
Fuck up my cheese [?], stain my Pelle Pelle
That 40 Cal turn a 6 pack belly jelly
I hit a nigga how he supposed get hit
I woke up and hit him close
This big shit I tote fasho gon get him ghost
Fasho it's no [?]
Know what them bullets do
Know the outcome, you know ain't no pulling through
It's a rap [?]
Let me see you talk that same shit when the caps in you
Cocksucker
You punk motherfuckers bring the noise
The bigger the croud, bigger the funeral
Yeah, bring your boys
The shit I talk, believe I can back it
Ain't nothing sweet, got that heat underneath the jacket
Faggot
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