[Part I: Killin Shit]
[Intro]
Indigo
[Verse 1]
Big grin on my face, baby on that killer shit
Love my girl, I'm ridin' with her, she ain't scared to kill a bitch
Clutchin' on the .30, big stick, I'm gon' hit some shit
Clutchin' on a stick or a .30, I'm gon' hit some shit
Niggas like to talk and run they mouth but how you missin' shit?
You know how it is, niggas like you better when you dead
Probably take the time out to even check out what you said
Long as how the ideas I had goin' to your head
Enemies in this life, we might be brothers in the next
Long as you keep comin' for my neck, I'm comin' for your head
Long as you keep gunnin' for my neck, I'm gunnin' for your head
My teacher said I'd be a trash man, I keep on dumpin' shit
Ain't no lames around me in my circle or circumference
Pull up on them niggas right now and watch 'em jump a fence
I was on go, movin' fast, fuck a consequence
Every action that a nigga take come with a consequence
Niggas said we couldn't get no money now we flexin' on 'em
Everybody who doubted my hustle, now I'm flexin' on 'em
Anybody doubtin' on my struggle, now I'm catchin' up
All these niggas wanna have opinions, we ain't stressin' on it
We ain't stressin' on it
Everybody got a bitch opinion, ain't no stressin' on it
Ain't no stressin' on it
What they talking 'bout don't even mean shit, ain't no stressin' on it
Ain't no stressin' on it
If it ain't got ranch, baby, ain't no dressin' on it
Ain't no dressin' on it
Took lil' mama out the hood, put a dress up on her
[Intro]
Indigo
[Verse 1]
Big grin on my face, baby on that killer shit
Love my girl, I'm ridin' with her, she ain't scared to kill a bitch
Clutchin' on the .30, big stick, I'm gon' hit some shit
Clutchin' on a stick or a .30, I'm gon' hit some shit
Niggas like to talk and run they mouth but how you missin' shit?
You know how it is, niggas like you better when you dead
Probably take the time out to even check out what you said
Long as how the ideas I had goin' to your head
Enemies in this life, we might be brothers in the next
Long as you keep comin' for my neck, I'm comin' for your head
Long as you keep gunnin' for my neck, I'm gunnin' for your head
My teacher said I'd be a trash man, I keep on dumpin' shit
Ain't no lames around me in my circle or circumference
Pull up on them niggas right now and watch 'em jump a fence
I was on go, movin' fast, fuck a consequence
Every action that a nigga take come with a consequence
Niggas said we couldn't get no money now we flexin' on 'em
Everybody who doubted my hustle, now I'm flexin' on 'em
Anybody doubtin' on my struggle, now I'm catchin' up
All these niggas wanna have opinions, we ain't stressin' on it
We ain't stressin' on it
Everybody got a bitch opinion, ain't no stressin' on it
Ain't no stressin' on it
What they talking 'bout don't even mean shit, ain't no stressin' on it
Ain't no stressin' on it
If it ain't got ranch, baby, ain't no dressin' on it
Ain't no dressin' on it
Took lil' mama out the hood, put a dress up on her
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