Big 4L, I´m a member (Yeah) Leave an opp cold, like December (What?) .45 on me, it´s a Kimber (And what?) AK knockin´ down trees, like timber Get your baby mama ´fore we bend her (21) Hit the windshield, not the fender (21) Givin´ out smoke my agenda (21) Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy) All black tux, I´m a businessman (Pussy) Millionaire, still shakin´ killers hand (Woah) Take the plug off and the middle man (Woah) Spray the whole block, I don´t give a damn (Woah)
Fuck a nigga bitch, I´m a gentleman (21) 21, your bitch know I been the man (21) Playin´ with the rock like I´m Jigga man Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
Glock in my lap, everywhere I´m strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain´t givin´ dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can´t hold ´em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it Money on your head, nigga, we´ll come get it New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
´Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it Keep it in the street, I ain´t doin´ no squealin´ I don´t never put women in my business Full-time rapper, I ain´t doin´ no drillin´ Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (Straight up) 17 breakin´ down a P (On God) 18 start sellin´ hard with Lil B Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D Ridin´ down Glenwood, tank on E All about the money, I ain´t never smoke weed Cool young nigga, still take yo´ cheese (Pussy) Not mine, this bitch for us (21) The gang is what I trust (Straight up) Don´t argue, we don´t fuss (Straight up) No talkin´, he get touched (Straight up) I can´t smoke my opps (On God) ´Cause all my opps is dust (Pussy)
He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (Pussy) Open your mouth when I bust (21) Suck me up slow, don´t rush (21) Havin´ threesomes is a must (Straight up) Hit it from the back and she cussed (On God) I put his bitch in the Benz (21) She used to ride on the bus (Damn) I walk around with them thigh pads (21) But I ain´t got no yard rushed
Glock in my lap, everywhere I´m strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain´t givin´ dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can´t hold ´em back Body full of scars, face full of tats
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