Blatt
Murder music
Gorilla gang
Catch a body join a gang
We still on the same thing, you know
In the name of Gee
Blvd Mel
Yeah, king 8
You know I'm passing out the head stones
Don't fuck with mines
And I see red, I leave your head gone
Going murder murder
The only thing they understand
They took my heart, I thought I'd never ever smile again
Until we crash on something, till we flatline one
Yeah, draco twist his body, I still got that gun
Everybody wanna be a op until they see it's real
They don't know somebody bleed every time I drop a tear
Yeah, fuck you, and you, and you
Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you
Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you
Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you
I'm always with some killers and you niggas know that
So if you got a problem, better hope that
I don't send Yoshi to your doormat
Or have Osama spin a Bin and leave you where you sleeping
If I'm on your fucking mind you better keep it where you thinking
Fuck is you thinking?
The only time I take it off my waist is when I'm squeezing
Bitch, I'm a demon
My nigga banging red, I'm leaving red
You smoking who? You smoking what?
But you gon' die for what you said
Yeah, fuck you, and you, and you
Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you
Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you
Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you
2012, I shot a nigga bitch, I been like that
You can't call yourself a op if we ain't shot you yet
Two 40's and a 9 and a drake in the back
And if you wanna join the gang you gotta get you a head
Don't get me pissed off, I'll bring the bitch off
One drink is all it takes to knock the click off
Applying pressure on the field from the kick off
And we gon' spin the bin again if miss off
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