(Mom, Lockdown in the studio again) Big 26K shit, nigga Big 2600 shit, nigga BET, 1600, 26K (KY on this motherfucker)
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (AlWitDaCookUp)
Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain´t goin´ for that Had to cut my brother off, ´cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat You try to run, I´ll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don´t bring your brother back Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin´ shit, that´s how I made a name All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame
I´m out in Cali clutchin´ on a ghost Glock And I keep one in the head, so when I up, I don´t gotta cock Big 26K in every song, I put on for the block That nigga say my name, I drop a bag, he get his noodle knocked They took me out the trenches, but my mind still stuck in the hood I ain´t never been scared of shit, in another nigga hood, I´m still good This Draco wood grain, just got a splinter, I be slangin´ wood I´ma keep steppin´ on these niggas until the day that I feel understood
Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain´t goin´ for that Had to cut my brother off, ´cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat You try to run, I´ll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don´t bring your brother back Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin´ shit, that´s how I made a name All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame
Blaow, tell the DA fuck the chair, sign a deal, it´s off from here I protect my craft for real, I say a verse, it come out clear Go and tell that boy don´t play with me, I´ma spill his ass like beer Yeah, this 40 got a lemon squeeze, wrong move, I shoot your ear Call the doctor, call the feds, I don´t care, still dead I just seen somebody die, that shit been fuckin´ with my head They can shoot me in the eye, won´t even think it make me cry Slangin´ fire while we outside, we get it poppin´, 4 July Facts, I pay all my mama bills, wipe his chin like baby bib
Sister know she straight forever, I swear my daddy raised a stepper I don´t care none ´bout no camera, with no mask, I go´n and stretch him You can call me Anti Demon, I been prayin´ to the devil Oh, bitch, you think a nigga sweet? Don´t get hit with heat Sweep a nigga right up off his feet Tell my mama every day, "Thank you, God, for making me" Really big up in the A, can´t know where my baby sleep
Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain´t goin´ for that Had to cut my brother off, ´cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat
You try to run, I´ll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don´t bring your brother back Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin´ shit, that´s how I made a name All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame
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