[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1]
Ain't no nigga that's gon' touch me
Keep it five, put it online, I'm movin' like a junkie
East coast from Toledo to Florida to Kentucky
Bitch I'm 'Melo, this choppa be shootin' bullets like the Nuggets
Black and yellow from fallen angels, we came from out the ghetto
We ain't settle, you make a move, these bullets gon' need umbrellas
I got metal, I'm a rockstar, bitch, it rips through vessels
Nigga gangsta when he not hard, so we gon' have to check him
I got citizen in Graveyard, my dawgs up in a kennel
They asking me all these questions, nigga, I ain't 'bout to tell 'em
You snitchin', that's your position, my money my own ambition
You say you been in the streets, but you ain't got no opposition
How the fuck that work?
Money come automatic, I've been static, bitch, I get to work
You been pussy rappin', niggas cappin', they don't do no dirt
This bitch all automatic, heard they lackin', bitch, we pop it first
To sick, I need some medicine, I'm feelin' like a fucking nurse
I got shooters like the president, they knockin' down your turf
Wash away the pain, this money bring more problems when you heard
The diamond glacier chain, no Flava Flame, I time it on my shirt
When you got this shit, they want a piece and I ain't gon' let 'em have it
All this money, it don't bring me peace, but it's gon' bring the bag in
Burning through the rebel with my [?], we breakin' all the rackets
Gats going 55 a piece, we just bring in the packin'
I be ready to wash a nigga face up, Noxzema
These bullets burnin' and bangin' you like the hot steamer
Niggas be Twitter tappin', they chattin', bitches be some tweeters
I got money, fashion it happens, don't think that they could see us
Better watch your back, I ain't cappin', they think that they could beat us
You tryna marry the bitch, she tryna bag us, you can keep her
Roll the opps up in a baggage, pass 'em up, turn 'em to Rifa
I'm doin' it for my team, she a fiend, and that's how Imma treat her
She grabbin' on my jeans, Krispy Kreme, while holdin' on my nina
This material ain't the same, you can't maintain how we clean up
Doin' numbers on the daily, ain't no game, we can't meet up
I got hitters in a Rolls Royce killing shit when they creep up
I know niggas who ain't got no choice, they better off to keep up
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1]
Ain't no nigga that's gon' touch me
Keep it five, put it online, I'm movin' like a junkie
East coast from Toledo to Florida to Kentucky
Bitch I'm 'Melo, this choppa be shootin' bullets like the Nuggets
Black and yellow from fallen angels, we came from out the ghetto
We ain't settle, you make a move, these bullets gon' need umbrellas
I got metal, I'm a rockstar, bitch, it rips through vessels
Nigga gangsta when he not hard, so we gon' have to check him
I got citizen in Graveyard, my dawgs up in a kennel
They asking me all these questions, nigga, I ain't 'bout to tell 'em
You snitchin', that's your position, my money my own ambition
You say you been in the streets, but you ain't got no opposition
How the fuck that work?
Money come automatic, I've been static, bitch, I get to work
You been pussy rappin', niggas cappin', they don't do no dirt
This bitch all automatic, heard they lackin', bitch, we pop it first
To sick, I need some medicine, I'm feelin' like a fucking nurse
I got shooters like the president, they knockin' down your turf
Wash away the pain, this money bring more problems when you heard
The diamond glacier chain, no Flava Flame, I time it on my shirt
When you got this shit, they want a piece and I ain't gon' let 'em have it
All this money, it don't bring me peace, but it's gon' bring the bag in
Burning through the rebel with my [?], we breakin' all the rackets
Gats going 55 a piece, we just bring in the packin'
I be ready to wash a nigga face up, Noxzema
These bullets burnin' and bangin' you like the hot steamer
Niggas be Twitter tappin', they chattin', bitches be some tweeters
I got money, fashion it happens, don't think that they could see us
Better watch your back, I ain't cappin', they think that they could beat us
You tryna marry the bitch, she tryna bag us, you can keep her
Roll the opps up in a baggage, pass 'em up, turn 'em to Rifa
I'm doin' it for my team, she a fiend, and that's how Imma treat her
She grabbin' on my jeans, Krispy Kreme, while holdin' on my nina
This material ain't the same, you can't maintain how we clean up
Doin' numbers on the daily, ain't no game, we can't meet up
I got hitters in a Rolls Royce killing shit when they creep up
I know niggas who ain't got no choice, they better off to keep up
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