Racked up stacked up
F*cked up shut up
Picked up hit up
Lit up what's up?
What's the word? What the f*ck you heard?
I got birds spitting out words
Killing whoever gets on my nerves
You gonna have to wait your turn
Beat your ass up and down the block
Bussin on ya wit tha glock
Times up boy tick tock
Run up and take your guap
Hell naw I ain't gonna shoot you
Yeah I ain't even got the tool too
What the f*ck you thought that was true
Naw bitch (what) you a f*ckin fool
Hell Yeah I'm really in my groove
Naw bitch you need to f*ckin move
In the game swear to god I never lose
And if I do I'm coming back for two
Get money get money that's what we do
Actin funny shoot you n yo team too
Hard at work we can't even see you
Hell naw I wouldn't wanna be you
Phone jumpin off the hook
Kill the beat then off the hook
Make a play got em shook
Swerving lanes and I don't look
Too much weed is in the trunk
You can smell it in the front
Smoking all these f*ckin blunts
Shit is trapped up in my lungs
I ain't in a f*ckin rush
All these trees and I'm stuck
Roll with death I take a brush
Don't believe check my nuts
How you in the movement but won't move?
On my life all you do is f*ckin lose
Always talkin but none of its true
Unless you talkin bout them bars you pop by the two
Always tellin on yo muthaf*ckin crew
7 muhf*ckas none of em work huh?
None of them put in that hurt huh?
You the only one workin huh?
How the f*ck is that true?
Why the f*ck they in your crew
I would blast all them fools
If they f*cked with my bread too
But you just keep em around
Say they really f*ckin down
With these lame ass f*ckin clowns
Never gon touch the crown
Too much on your plate
F*cked up your release date
Few months later dropped some shit that I ain't seen yet
Oh well that's not my problem
All of mine I solve em
Like Scooby n his gang
Bitch we up in this thang
Too much weed is in the trunk
You can smell it in the front
Smoking all these f*ckin blunts
Shit is trapped up in my lungs
I ain't in a f*ckin rush
All these trees and I'm stuck
Roll with death I take a brush
Don't believe check my nuts
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English
Racked up stacked up
F*cked up shut up
Picked up hit up
Lit up what's up?
What's the word? What the f*ck you heard?
I got birds spitting out words
Killing whoever gets on my nerves
You gonna have to wait your turn
Beat your ass up and down the block
Bussin on ya wit tha glock
Times up boy tick tock
Run up and take your guap
Hell naw I ain't gonna shoot you
Yeah I ain't even got the tool too
What the f*ck you thought that was true
Naw bitch (what) you a f*ckin fool
Hell Yeah I'm really in my groove
Naw bitch you need to f*ckin move
In the game swear to god I never lose
And if I do I'm coming back for two
Get money get money that's what we do
Actin funny shoot you n yo team too
Hard at work we can't even see you
Hell naw I wouldn't wanna be you
Phone jumpin off the hook
Kill the beat then off the hook
Make a play got em shook
Swerving lanes and I don't look
Too much weed is in the trunk
You can smell it in the front
Smoking all these f*ckin blunts
Shit is trapped up in my lungs
I ain't in a f*ckin rush
All these trees and I'm stuck
Roll with death I take a brush
Don't believe check my nuts
How you in the movement but won't move?
On my life all you do is f*ckin lose
Always talkin but none of its true
Unless you talkin bout them bars you pop by the two
Always tellin on yo muthaf*ckin crew
7 muhf*ckas none of em work huh?
None of them put in that hurt huh?
You the only one workin huh?
How the f*ck is that true?
Why the f*ck they in your crew
I would blast all them fools
If they f*cked with my bread too
But you just keep em around
Say they really f*ckin down
With these lame ass f*ckin clowns
Never gon touch the crown
Too much on your plate
F*cked up your release date
Few months later dropped some shit that I ain't seen yet
Oh well that's not my problem
All of mine I solve em
Like Scooby n his gang
Bitch we up in this thang
Too much weed is in the trunk
You can smell it in the front
Smoking all these f*ckin blunts
Shit is trapped up in my lungs
I ain't in a f*ckin rush
All these trees and I'm stuck
Roll with death I take a brush
Don't believe check my nuts
F*cked up shut up
Picked up hit up
Lit up what's up?
What's the word? What the f*ck you heard?
I got birds spitting out words
Killing whoever gets on my nerves
You gonna have to wait your turn
Beat your ass up and down the block
Bussin on ya wit tha glock
Times up boy tick tock
Run up and take your guap
Hell naw I ain't gonna shoot you
Yeah I ain't even got the tool too
What the f*ck you thought that was true
Naw bitch (what) you a f*ckin fool
Hell Yeah I'm really in my groove
Naw bitch you need to f*ckin move
In the game swear to god I never lose
And if I do I'm coming back for two
Get money get money that's what we do
Actin funny shoot you n yo team too
Hard at work we can't even see you
Hell naw I wouldn't wanna be you
Phone jumpin off the hook
Kill the beat then off the hook
Make a play got em shook
Swerving lanes and I don't look
Too much weed is in the trunk
You can smell it in the front
Smoking all these f*ckin blunts
Shit is trapped up in my lungs
I ain't in a f*ckin rush
All these trees and I'm stuck
Roll with death I take a brush
Don't believe check my nuts
How you in the movement but won't move?
On my life all you do is f*ckin lose
Always talkin but none of its true
Unless you talkin bout them bars you pop by the two
Always tellin on yo muthaf*ckin crew
7 muhf*ckas none of em work huh?
None of them put in that hurt huh?
You the only one workin huh?
How the f*ck is that true?
Why the f*ck they in your crew
I would blast all them fools
If they f*cked with my bread too
But you just keep em around
Say they really f*ckin down
With these lame ass f*ckin clowns
Never gon touch the crown
Too much on your plate
F*cked up your release date
Few months later dropped some shit that I ain't seen yet
Oh well that's not my problem
All of mine I solve em
Like Scooby n his gang
Bitch we up in this thang
Too much weed is in the trunk
You can smell it in the front
Smoking all these f*ckin blunts
Shit is trapped up in my lungs
I ain't in a f*ckin rush
All these trees and I'm stuck
Roll with death I take a brush
Don't believe check my nuts
Writer: John Jones
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