Gang, fuck all the goofies, fuck all the rats, n*ggas know that we stack, gonna blow your ass back, I’m big Murdaa n*gga
Noble King Ali on the beat
Uhh uhh these shells meth
They got to love, to spit em’ out
If you drop your load, I have my utta come to spin your house
A n*gga tell on me I bet a bitch I’m gon’ extend his mouth
Turn up, my shoe the red bottoms
Stepped on him like a dirty couch
Candy man, candy man I pop up just one creepy killer
I was only seven sent that sure they be in the mirror
When my day be done point it at it try to end a n*gga
And always you first know self Defense and never been attempted
Can’t get up on me, ain’t got a day, so I ain’t goin’ out
His n*ggas always dance they goin’ to church but they ain’t goin’ to shout
I go to see my bro grave and then kill em’ out them n*gga goin’ pow
He tried to cover his face hit him in his hands now that boy got the gow
Please don’t call my phone I might not answer then I tell ya
Opps don’t want no smoke, they want no cancer, they like hell nah
Trippin’ of the bitch, they want no shit, I almost fell ya
If you do the job and keep it shh then we might cell ya
I will put no money on his side, my shooters obligated
We gon’ fuck around, when they fuck around, n*ggas cooperated
Almost bussed a nah in that birch, but she was ambulated
30 Deep the Gang and doublion, bitch that’s my occupation
Noble King Ali on the beat
Uhh uhh these shells meth
They got to love, to spit em’ out
If you drop your load, I have my utta come to spin your house
A n*gga tell on me I bet a bitch I’m gon’ extend his mouth
Turn up, my shoe the red bottoms
Stepped on him like a dirty couch
Candy man, candy man I pop up just one creepy killer
I was only seven sent that sure they be in the mirror
When my day be done point it at it try to end a n*gga
And always you first know self Defense and never been attempted
Can’t get up on me, ain’t got a day, so I ain’t goin’ out
His n*ggas always dance they goin’ to church but they ain’t goin’ to shout
I go to see my bro grave and then kill em’ out them n*gga goin’ pow
He tried to cover his face hit him in his hands now that boy got the gow
Please don’t call my phone I might not answer then I tell ya
Opps don’t want no smoke, they want no cancer, they like hell nah
Trippin’ of the bitch, they want no shit, I almost fell ya
If you do the job and keep it shh then we might cell ya
I will put no money on his side, my shooters obligated
We gon’ fuck around, when they fuck around, n*ggas cooperated
Almost bussed a nah in that birch, but she was ambulated
30 Deep the Gang and doublion, bitch that’s my occupation
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