[Intro]
Strizzy
Hey, Juce, this you, baby?
[Chorus]
Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me?
Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me
Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain
For you gang and on your grave
When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him
Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me?
Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me
Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain
For you gang and on your grave
When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him
[Verse 1]
Yeah, somebody gotta dive, one of mines fall
Gotta drop off his loud, he shoulda signed off
Damn, I just saw that boy break a talon off
Damn, he only brung a P, like I won't buy 'em all
Fire off, murder on my mind, what you wired off?
Shе don't play with registers, wholesalе, the sliders off
Fuck you, I ain't tryna talk, nigga, way past that
I ain't tryna hear G-O-D, you better bag back
Caught him at the KFC by Hurley, he got cracked at
Niggas makin' statements for the pressure then retract that
Harley went to school, but doggy knew what's in that backpack
From Hell Gang, Mozzy, never find me on no rat facts
I'm Bloods, I get hella bills sold with these drugs
They say absolute loyalty is worth a pound of love
We really come from nothing, oh, they scared to crown a thug
I'm up a class ranking, I can't be around no duds
Strizzy
Hey, Juce, this you, baby?
[Chorus]
Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me?
Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me
Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain
For you gang and on your grave
When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him
Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me?
Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me
Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain
For you gang and on your grave
When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him
[Verse 1]
Yeah, somebody gotta dive, one of mines fall
Gotta drop off his loud, he shoulda signed off
Damn, I just saw that boy break a talon off
Damn, he only brung a P, like I won't buy 'em all
Fire off, murder on my mind, what you wired off?
Shе don't play with registers, wholesalе, the sliders off
Fuck you, I ain't tryna talk, nigga, way past that
I ain't tryna hear G-O-D, you better bag back
Caught him at the KFC by Hurley, he got cracked at
Niggas makin' statements for the pressure then retract that
Harley went to school, but doggy knew what's in that backpack
From Hell Gang, Mozzy, never find me on no rat facts
I'm Bloods, I get hella bills sold with these drugs
They say absolute loyalty is worth a pound of love
We really come from nothing, oh, they scared to crown a thug
I'm up a class ranking, I can't be around no duds
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