Gang should walk round with some mallets
The way we be whacking these niggas
Head tapping these niggas
Had took a lil break from this rapping
Shit
I let em have it
But now I'm back passing these niggas
Issa war leave yo family at home
Sisters mothers and brothers
Don't matter get smacked if they with you
I see em then I press the issue
Ain't no need to diss you
F*ck round and get boxed like a tissue
Shooting some shit as long as it hit It'll kill you
My dawg but you ain keep it real wimme
Better yet real with yo self
So you outta the picture
The first of the thirty one laws
When you banging that five
Is you don't never lie to yo nigga
Yeah you had crossed me
But if it came down to it
Nigga I'm dying with you
Aye
Lets do it
Ain't gotta tell me to shoot it
Better yet ain't gotta tell me to prove it
You know how I do it
I'm sticking and moving
The kit came with cooling
Know you ain't like that
So who is you fooling
Slobbing and spitting
She suck like she toothless
Sliding and spinning
This shit will get ruthless
Stake out onna opp
We might shoot up the Ruth Chris
Ready or not here i come
Smoking exotic
Still pop me a Percocet
Can't feel my body I'm numb
Ain't mean to lie to you
I was just caught in the moment
But you not the one
Wannna make it out
But it seeming so hard
They expect you to lose where I'm from
Play like a fool I'm not dumb
7.62 out dese guns
Flipping shit knocking you off of yo feet
They ain't even hard
When they turn on a beat
Won't tell who I'm f*cking
I keep it discreet
Know I'm beating it up
Make her water the sheets
It ain't hard to get stuck
When you fall in the streets
Lose somebody you love
Tryna slide for a week
If I go first then who sliding for me
Special K got no cereal
Hop out let it eat
He don't know how to type
All he know is delete
We just want SRT
My whole gang needa fleet
As soon I blow up
My whole gang get a feet
Drop da lo we can meet
Tryna cop you a P
Ain't no shopping with me
If you copping for cheap
She on go she in heat
Not a hoe she a freak
Issa difference
They gon talk when you down
And dick ride when you winning
But f*ck em
That pussy so wet when I'm in it
It feel like I'm swimming
I think that I love her
She prolly be f*cking off
But I can't prove that she did
I know I can't trust her
Ain't never been tender bout bitches
I hit it you hit it
I share with my brothers
Know how I pop my shit
Confetti
Dropping his pole
Palms is sweaty
Push up with pressure
The arms is ready
Blow out his mind
Seen moms spaghetti
99 problems but 100 blessings
99 Ls was just 100 lessons
I'm invested in weapons
Send him to the reverend
Them niggas so pussy
Play hide and go get it
Ready or not here i come
Smoking exotic
Still pop a Percocet
Can't feel my body im numb
Ain't mean to lie to you
I was just caught in the moment
But you not the one
Want make it out
But it seeming so hard
They expect you to lose where I'm from
Play like a fool I'm not dumb
7.62 out dese guns
Flipping shit knocking you off of yo feet
They ain't even hard
When they turn on a beat
Won't tell who I'm f*cking
I keep it discreet
Know I'm beating it up
Make her water the sheets
It ain't hard to get stuck
When you fall in the streets
Lose somebody you love
Tryna slide for a week
Ready or not
Here I come
Ready or not
You can't run
Who have he shot
Keep posting them guns
Been ready to drop
To show I'm the one
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English
Gang should walk round with some mallets
The way we be whacking these niggas
Head tapping these niggas
Had took a lil break from this rapping
Shit
I let em have it
But now I'm back passing these niggas
Issa war leave yo family at home
Sisters mothers and brothers
Don't matter get smacked if they with you
I see em then I press the issue
Ain't no need to diss you
F*ck round and get boxed like a tissue
Shooting some shit as long as it hit It'll kill you
My dawg but you ain keep it real wimme
Better yet real with yo self
So you outta the picture
The first of the thirty one laws
When you banging that five
Is you don't never lie to yo nigga
Yeah you had crossed me
But if it came down to it
Nigga I'm dying with you
Aye
Lets do it
Ain't gotta tell me to shoot it
Better yet ain't gotta tell me to prove it
You know how I do it
I'm sticking and moving
The kit came with cooling
Know you ain't like that
So who is you fooling
Slobbing and spitting
She suck like she toothless
Sliding and spinning
This shit will get ruthless
Stake out onna opp
We might shoot up the Ruth Chris
Ready or not here i come
Smoking exotic
Still pop me a Percocet
Can't feel my body I'm numb
Ain't mean to lie to you
I was just caught in the moment
But you not the one
Wannna make it out
But it seeming so hard
They expect you to lose where I'm from
Play like a fool I'm not dumb
7.62 out dese guns
Flipping shit knocking you off of yo feet
They ain't even hard
When they turn on a beat
Won't tell who I'm f*cking
I keep it discreet
Know I'm beating it up
Make her water the sheets
It ain't hard to get stuck
When you fall in the streets
Lose somebody you love
Tryna slide for a week
If I go first then who sliding for me
Special K got no cereal
Hop out let it eat
He don't know how to type
All he know is delete
We just want SRT
My whole gang needa fleet
As soon I blow up
My whole gang get a feet
Drop da lo we can meet
Tryna cop you a P
Ain't no shopping with me
If you copping for cheap
She on go she in heat
Not a hoe she a freak
Issa difference
They gon talk when you down
And dick ride when you winning
But f*ck em
That pussy so wet when I'm in it
It feel like I'm swimming
I think that I love her
She prolly be f*cking off
But I can't prove that she did
I know I can't trust her
Ain't never been tender bout bitches
I hit it you hit it
I share with my brothers
Know how I pop my shit
Confetti
Dropping his pole
Palms is sweaty
Push up with pressure
The arms is ready
Blow out his mind
Seen moms spaghetti
99 problems but 100 blessings
99 Ls was just 100 lessons
I'm invested in weapons
Send him to the reverend
Them niggas so pussy
Play hide and go get it
Ready or not here i come
Smoking exotic
Still pop a Percocet
Can't feel my body im numb
Ain't mean to lie to you
I was just caught in the moment
But you not the one
Want make it out
But it seeming so hard
They expect you to lose where I'm from
Play like a fool I'm not dumb
7.62 out dese guns
Flipping shit knocking you off of yo feet
They ain't even hard
When they turn on a beat
Won't tell who I'm f*cking
I keep it discreet
Know I'm beating it up
Make her water the sheets
It ain't hard to get stuck
When you fall in the streets
Lose somebody you love
Tryna slide for a week
Ready or not
Here I come
Ready or not
You can't run
Who have he shot
Keep posting them guns
Been ready to drop
To show I'm the one
The way we be whacking these niggas
Head tapping these niggas
Had took a lil break from this rapping
Shit
I let em have it
But now I'm back passing these niggas
Issa war leave yo family at home
Sisters mothers and brothers
Don't matter get smacked if they with you
I see em then I press the issue
Ain't no need to diss you
F*ck round and get boxed like a tissue
Shooting some shit as long as it hit It'll kill you
My dawg but you ain keep it real wimme
Better yet real with yo self
So you outta the picture
The first of the thirty one laws
When you banging that five
Is you don't never lie to yo nigga
Yeah you had crossed me
But if it came down to it
Nigga I'm dying with you
Aye
Lets do it
Ain't gotta tell me to shoot it
Better yet ain't gotta tell me to prove it
You know how I do it
I'm sticking and moving
The kit came with cooling
Know you ain't like that
So who is you fooling
Slobbing and spitting
She suck like she toothless
Sliding and spinning
This shit will get ruthless
Stake out onna opp
We might shoot up the Ruth Chris
Ready or not here i come
Smoking exotic
Still pop me a Percocet
Can't feel my body I'm numb
Ain't mean to lie to you
I was just caught in the moment
But you not the one
Wannna make it out
But it seeming so hard
They expect you to lose where I'm from
Play like a fool I'm not dumb
7.62 out dese guns
Flipping shit knocking you off of yo feet
They ain't even hard
When they turn on a beat
Won't tell who I'm f*cking
I keep it discreet
Know I'm beating it up
Make her water the sheets
It ain't hard to get stuck
When you fall in the streets
Lose somebody you love
Tryna slide for a week
If I go first then who sliding for me
Special K got no cereal
Hop out let it eat
He don't know how to type
All he know is delete
We just want SRT
My whole gang needa fleet
As soon I blow up
My whole gang get a feet
Drop da lo we can meet
Tryna cop you a P
Ain't no shopping with me
If you copping for cheap
She on go she in heat
Not a hoe she a freak
Issa difference
They gon talk when you down
And dick ride when you winning
But f*ck em
That pussy so wet when I'm in it
It feel like I'm swimming
I think that I love her
She prolly be f*cking off
But I can't prove that she did
I know I can't trust her
Ain't never been tender bout bitches
I hit it you hit it
I share with my brothers
Know how I pop my shit
Confetti
Dropping his pole
Palms is sweaty
Push up with pressure
The arms is ready
Blow out his mind
Seen moms spaghetti
99 problems but 100 blessings
99 Ls was just 100 lessons
I'm invested in weapons
Send him to the reverend
Them niggas so pussy
Play hide and go get it
Ready or not here i come
Smoking exotic
Still pop a Percocet
Can't feel my body im numb
Ain't mean to lie to you
I was just caught in the moment
But you not the one
Want make it out
But it seeming so hard
They expect you to lose where I'm from
Play like a fool I'm not dumb
7.62 out dese guns
Flipping shit knocking you off of yo feet
They ain't even hard
When they turn on a beat
Won't tell who I'm f*cking
I keep it discreet
Know I'm beating it up
Make her water the sheets
It ain't hard to get stuck
When you fall in the streets
Lose somebody you love
Tryna slide for a week
Ready or not
Here I come
Ready or not
You can't run
Who have he shot
Keep posting them guns
Been ready to drop
To show I'm the one
Writer: Trent Elliott
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