Why the fucc you keep on playin with me
Must wanna throw hands with me
Depending if I got the hammer with me
In the dirt you could be laying 6 feet
Why the fucc these clowns acting like my guns props
Til it's man down popped from the gun shots
May this Glocc run hot
If my funds stop
Run my gwop
Staccin blue faces til I drop
I got put on in the land of Fifties
In 09 the opps plan was to chip me
Round that time the cops aim was to get me
But that's the name of the game when you in the streets
And don't be claiming that gang if you ain't with the beef
Cause niggas'll go from fades to scorchin with the heat
No where you from just up that gun
That's If you wanna breathe even then with gunfights
Living aint guaranteed where you from
And what you bang it Don't mean shit to me
Have pussies pushin up daisies
Tryna mark out my crippin, G
Far as rappin, I'm Far from cappin
Bitch You finna see
I been a g between H and C
Put em out his misery
He history
It was either him or me
Puttem on a guilletene
Who real as me?
Bet I keep the steel with me
Case you try stripping me
Yo energy is negative to me
If you play with me, my next verse
Gon end up as ya mother fuccin eulogy
Survived a couple gunshots
One was from the opp
The second was bacc in '14 after clocked out the job
Caught me slipping getting gas and So he tried to rob
But if I'm gon die
I'm fighting til on the ground, I lie
Hit in the shoulder
He was tweakin, had me bleeding
Didn't expect to get stucc up
By a white druggy, who geekin
Contemplate busting bacc
Arm numb I cant buss the strap
Searing pain all down my bacc
To parkland I had to get my ass bacc
Uh I get the shivers when a nigga get the flashbaccs
Sometimes I wish I could go bacc and spray em in his bacc
But really glad to be alive is where a nigga at
Now look at me I'm getting figures
How you figure that?
Bitch you can catch me in a lacc riding not ever lacking
Don't always have a bacc pacc but I be really paccin
Bitch you can quit with the actin
Lil Boy you ain't a factor
I got that clapper
If you thinkin you wanna be my jaccer
Run my gwop
Staccin blue faces til I die
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Why the fucc you keep on playin with me
Must wanna throw hands with me
Depending if I got the hammer with me
In the dirt you could be laying 6 feet
Why the fucc these clowns acting like my guns props
Til it's man down popped from the gun shots
May this Glocc run hot
If my funds stop
Run my gwop
Staccin blue faces til I drop
I got put on in the land of Fifties
In 09 the opps plan was to chip me
Round that time the cops aim was to get me
But that's the name of the game when you in the streets
And don't be claiming that gang if you ain't with the beef
Cause niggas'll go from fades to scorchin with the heat
No where you from just up that gun
That's If you wanna breathe even then with gunfights
Living aint guaranteed where you from
And what you bang it Don't mean shit to me
Have pussies pushin up daisies
Tryna mark out my crippin, G
Far as rappin, I'm Far from cappin
Bitch You finna see
I been a g between H and C
Put em out his misery
He history
It was either him or me
Puttem on a guilletene
Who real as me?
Bet I keep the steel with me
Case you try stripping me
Yo energy is negative to me
If you play with me, my next verse
Gon end up as ya mother fuccin eulogy
Survived a couple gunshots
One was from the opp
The second was bacc in '14 after clocked out the job
Caught me slipping getting gas and So he tried to rob
But if I'm gon die
I'm fighting til on the ground, I lie
Hit in the shoulder
He was tweakin, had me bleeding
Didn't expect to get stucc up
By a white druggy, who geekin
Contemplate busting bacc
Arm numb I cant buss the strap
Searing pain all down my bacc
To parkland I had to get my ass bacc
Uh I get the shivers when a nigga get the flashbaccs
Sometimes I wish I could go bacc and spray em in his bacc
But really glad to be alive is where a nigga at
Now look at me I'm getting figures
How you figure that?
Bitch you can catch me in a lacc riding not ever lacking
Don't always have a bacc pacc but I be really paccin
Bitch you can quit with the actin
Lil Boy you ain't a factor
I got that clapper
If you thinkin you wanna be my jaccer
Run my gwop
Staccin blue faces til I die
Must wanna throw hands with me
Depending if I got the hammer with me
In the dirt you could be laying 6 feet
Why the fucc these clowns acting like my guns props
Til it's man down popped from the gun shots
May this Glocc run hot
If my funds stop
Run my gwop
Staccin blue faces til I drop
I got put on in the land of Fifties
In 09 the opps plan was to chip me
Round that time the cops aim was to get me
But that's the name of the game when you in the streets
And don't be claiming that gang if you ain't with the beef
Cause niggas'll go from fades to scorchin with the heat
No where you from just up that gun
That's If you wanna breathe even then with gunfights
Living aint guaranteed where you from
And what you bang it Don't mean shit to me
Have pussies pushin up daisies
Tryna mark out my crippin, G
Far as rappin, I'm Far from cappin
Bitch You finna see
I been a g between H and C
Put em out his misery
He history
It was either him or me
Puttem on a guilletene
Who real as me?
Bet I keep the steel with me
Case you try stripping me
Yo energy is negative to me
If you play with me, my next verse
Gon end up as ya mother fuccin eulogy
Survived a couple gunshots
One was from the opp
The second was bacc in '14 after clocked out the job
Caught me slipping getting gas and So he tried to rob
But if I'm gon die
I'm fighting til on the ground, I lie
Hit in the shoulder
He was tweakin, had me bleeding
Didn't expect to get stucc up
By a white druggy, who geekin
Contemplate busting bacc
Arm numb I cant buss the strap
Searing pain all down my bacc
To parkland I had to get my ass bacc
Uh I get the shivers when a nigga get the flashbaccs
Sometimes I wish I could go bacc and spray em in his bacc
But really glad to be alive is where a nigga at
Now look at me I'm getting figures
How you figure that?
Bitch you can catch me in a lacc riding not ever lacking
Don't always have a bacc pacc but I be really paccin
Bitch you can quit with the actin
Lil Boy you ain't a factor
I got that clapper
If you thinkin you wanna be my jaccer
Run my gwop
Staccin blue faces til I die
Writer: Cedric Reid
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