108Gwalla - Outro (feat. ABK Rready) Lyrics

I ain't Lil Reese, I see a homeless opp, I'm poppin' his ass
Don't never think the beef is squashed, cause you ain't got any cash
I stay ready, ain't gotta get, don't gotta cock it and blast
It's one up top up in this Glock, I'm sendin' hot ones through glass
And Lil' Rready be on that shit, better not get him mad
Cause I'd knock a sucker down just on my niggas behalf
Love guns more than Amy Winehouse, love drugs
And I'll run up on you niggas, f*ck postin' them subs
Go hit the jug in your apartments, I'll be blowin' mines up
These niggas be quick to start shit then they go and hide tucked
Momma shoulda got an abortion, you coulda died tonight cuz
And I ain't never heard a nigga say he can't find us
I'm Rollin' up, I got a mornin wood, but I ain't tryin' f*ck
Some sucker niggas told on me, had me ridin' that bus
You speak too much and fold on me, put you right in that trunk
Ima Slide on my bust, no we ain't finna tussle
I'll knock the fat outta nigga arm and his muscle
These niggas is on drugs and they ain't got no hustle
Kick asses and put niggas up in caskets bout this shit
You can't speak to me if you ain't did nothin' drastic bout this shit
Cause my niggas got hats and I ain't cappin' bout this shit
Put a bag on a nigga, make it happen, make you rich
I would get a chain, but I'ma put it on a nigga brain
Unplug one of these niggas cause these niggas f*ckin' up the game
Nigga crossed me once, this shit'll never be the same
But I don't care, I keep thang, don't need no switch, I got aim
Niggas just got guns for the gram
Niggas kissin' these hookers and holdin' hands
These niggas need crutches cause on business they don't stand
Niggas faker than a four dollar bill
Sniffin' entirely too much coke and doin' too many pills
Niggas duckin' and tuckin' his tail
Cause these niggas scared
I just cracked a jug in the hood at the brown bear
Niggas in the set, but never seen my round there
I'm from Lakewood, Big Fo' Sev, that's the ave tho
We keep it eight more than a hundred, do the math bro
All that talkin' out your neck and got a tagged toe
Ready for whatever, we got hella guns like Bass Pro
A sucka died, got me actin' like an asshole
Speakin' on Lil Philly, what the f*ck would you do that for
That's Lil bro, but he clutchin' on a big pole
New opp pack in the air, tap it' who want smoke
Once that shit hit his lungs, he was done for
Sit your ass down, what would you think you could run for
Nigga, it's the wood, what the f*ck is a fronto
F*ck slidin' through your hood, catch you comin' out your front do
Back to the mula, cause I need mucho pronto
Back to the mula, cause I need mucho pronto