Intro: Rick Ross
We're gonna start
About to get lit, what up Lee
Verse 1: Rick Ross
Step on the set with a sub machine, I'mma show you motherfuckers not to fuck with me
I got a few clowns from those pounds stoop down, 50 mm to shoot that you got to stoop down
Chop block up rent tent the roof down, while you backing up all you niggas got me lose now
Send the word and hit done, I got a bitch cuz the hoes you broke till you get one
You are ready and you been one, I got enough killers matter of fact I could rent one
I'mma let the air a-I chass, put you in the church let your snitches
Put you in the scopе or put you in the purse, I hit you and kill you as long as I hit you in the shirt uh
Ain't chilling I'm gеtting away hurt
Ain't chilling I'm getting away hurt
Chorus: Flo Rida with Rick Ross
Don't get fucked up running your mouth, talking all out get your teeth knocked out
I ain't chilling, I'm getting away hurt, I ain't chilling, I'm getting away hurt
Don't get fucked up running your mouth, talking all out get your teeth knocked out
I ain't chilling, I'm getting away hurt, I ain't chilling, I'm getting away hurt
Verse 2: Brisco
The only time a nigga run when I run into your eyes
Pull the gun off in your mouth, fucking blow your brains out
I don't care about your kids fool, I let them know what they're in for caught us by the front door
Then a nigga bet not never ever, with a Poe boy dare you
How your poe boy scared to come near you
Nigga scream a little loud, I can't hear you
I ain't friendly I don't look familiar, I'm the oppa lock goon bitch I kill you
I'm good I'm gangster on projects, Decapitate leave his ass topless
Black bag throw him in the garbage, me tongue home, nigga on some mob shit
You harmless I'm heartless, controlling the seat empty in the car
Bris!!!
We're gonna start
About to get lit, what up Lee
Verse 1: Rick Ross
Step on the set with a sub machine, I'mma show you motherfuckers not to fuck with me
I got a few clowns from those pounds stoop down, 50 mm to shoot that you got to stoop down
Chop block up rent tent the roof down, while you backing up all you niggas got me lose now
Send the word and hit done, I got a bitch cuz the hoes you broke till you get one
You are ready and you been one, I got enough killers matter of fact I could rent one
I'mma let the air a-I chass, put you in the church let your snitches
Put you in the scopе or put you in the purse, I hit you and kill you as long as I hit you in the shirt uh
Ain't chilling I'm gеtting away hurt
Ain't chilling I'm getting away hurt
Chorus: Flo Rida with Rick Ross
Don't get fucked up running your mouth, talking all out get your teeth knocked out
I ain't chilling, I'm getting away hurt, I ain't chilling, I'm getting away hurt
Don't get fucked up running your mouth, talking all out get your teeth knocked out
I ain't chilling, I'm getting away hurt, I ain't chilling, I'm getting away hurt
Verse 2: Brisco
The only time a nigga run when I run into your eyes
Pull the gun off in your mouth, fucking blow your brains out
I don't care about your kids fool, I let them know what they're in for caught us by the front door
Then a nigga bet not never ever, with a Poe boy dare you
How your poe boy scared to come near you
Nigga scream a little loud, I can't hear you
I ain't friendly I don't look familiar, I'm the oppa lock goon bitch I kill you
I'm good I'm gangster on projects, Decapitate leave his ass topless
Black bag throw him in the garbage, me tongue home, nigga on some mob shit
You harmless I'm heartless, controlling the seat empty in the car
Bris!!!
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