[Intro]
Hmm, hmm
[Chorus]
I 'd do everything for my gang nigga and my family
I fucked yo different bitch the same day call it double whammy
Huh, walk around with that pack on me nigga fuck that fanny
Bitch said she got a sweet tooth for the dick hoe said she love candy
Swear the junkies like Jacksons we fuckin they sisters like Janet
I'm off Xans, Glock 17 make em panic
Gang, We get [?] vampire shit ain't landin
Took a rap nigga chain' fuck it we ain plan it, ye'en never felt no real pain fuck nigga you wouldn't understand
[?] in this sauna jumpin like a rabbit
I feel like a mummy wrap em up and stamp em
I lost all my friends I ain't got no reason nеver be cappin
Feel like I'm dеad the way I be rappin on this damn beat, but fuck all this rappin
Crash out and go' cap em man that's fuckin tragic
Opp don't come to this block hit em with the one in the head
I put the fye to his face told me I can have it
Took the jakes on that chase find me, they ain catch me
Nigga my whoa come and get chu nigga fuck that lackin
I can get you by myself, my brotha come and get you really it don't matter
We pull out them Glocks so fuck the chit-a-chatter
Bitch come to my block to see who big or badder
Nigga fell from the top floor, fuck that ladder
Big Glock make em piss his self, fuck up his bladder
[?]
Told kilo you'll risk get another life, probably gotta slap her
7-6 backwood, roll we ion got no lighter
Told my whoa go ahead fuck his bitch just gon' head pipe her
We shittin on lame ass niggas fuck that damn diaper
She had said what bout the mobb, I pull out that rifle
BL whackin shit the number one tiger
And I pipe her head up just to fuck ion like her
I know real whoas in the Bronx free them boys out rikers
Fire arm on me, fuck tha firefighter
Die hard bout BL I'll die behind the tiger
Lil bitch can't facetime I'll probably Skype her
Lil bitch can't Skype me I'll prolly write her
Nigga talm bout that Glock missing, know I'm the number one striker
Good gas come shop that my number one buyer
Niggas be switchin like some spare tires
You niggas be bitches just like aphrodita
Got locked up fucked around and lost my client
Playin with mob you gon' hear them sirens
Big bad wolf 10 letter giant
Tryna make this shit work baby girl I'm tryin
Put the Glock on his fore head we might fuck up his linin
Yeah, bitch I'm popular but I'm still lonely
Beat ya Lil brotha ass I fuckin told em
[?]
You know these rubber bands, [?] they ain't my problem
Dont fuck with that fake shit I don't condone it
Eat his face just like chicken then we call em boney
Fuckin up his gang system call me [?]
If you not fuckin with me, I'm not for you
I took momma on the Bora Bora (ora, ora, ora)
Hmm, hmm
[Chorus]
I 'd do everything for my gang nigga and my family
I fucked yo different bitch the same day call it double whammy
Huh, walk around with that pack on me nigga fuck that fanny
Bitch said she got a sweet tooth for the dick hoe said she love candy
Swear the junkies like Jacksons we fuckin they sisters like Janet
I'm off Xans, Glock 17 make em panic
Gang, We get [?] vampire shit ain't landin
Took a rap nigga chain' fuck it we ain plan it, ye'en never felt no real pain fuck nigga you wouldn't understand
[?] in this sauna jumpin like a rabbit
I feel like a mummy wrap em up and stamp em
I lost all my friends I ain't got no reason nеver be cappin
Feel like I'm dеad the way I be rappin on this damn beat, but fuck all this rappin
Crash out and go' cap em man that's fuckin tragic
Opp don't come to this block hit em with the one in the head
I put the fye to his face told me I can have it
Took the jakes on that chase find me, they ain catch me
Nigga my whoa come and get chu nigga fuck that lackin
I can get you by myself, my brotha come and get you really it don't matter
We pull out them Glocks so fuck the chit-a-chatter
Bitch come to my block to see who big or badder
Nigga fell from the top floor, fuck that ladder
Big Glock make em piss his self, fuck up his bladder
[?]
Told kilo you'll risk get another life, probably gotta slap her
7-6 backwood, roll we ion got no lighter
Told my whoa go ahead fuck his bitch just gon' head pipe her
We shittin on lame ass niggas fuck that damn diaper
She had said what bout the mobb, I pull out that rifle
BL whackin shit the number one tiger
And I pipe her head up just to fuck ion like her
I know real whoas in the Bronx free them boys out rikers
Fire arm on me, fuck tha firefighter
Die hard bout BL I'll die behind the tiger
Lil bitch can't facetime I'll probably Skype her
Lil bitch can't Skype me I'll prolly write her
Nigga talm bout that Glock missing, know I'm the number one striker
Good gas come shop that my number one buyer
Niggas be switchin like some spare tires
You niggas be bitches just like aphrodita
Got locked up fucked around and lost my client
Playin with mob you gon' hear them sirens
Big bad wolf 10 letter giant
Tryna make this shit work baby girl I'm tryin
Put the Glock on his fore head we might fuck up his linin
Yeah, bitch I'm popular but I'm still lonely
Beat ya Lil brotha ass I fuckin told em
[?]
You know these rubber bands, [?] they ain't my problem
Dont fuck with that fake shit I don't condone it
Eat his face just like chicken then we call em boney
Fuckin up his gang system call me [?]
If you not fuckin with me, I'm not for you
I took momma on the Bora Bora (ora, ora, ora)
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