(Spacy got this sauce, hoe)
I'm on they ass and they know that
Been paying for homicides
Got a nigga scared to pop outside
If it's in My hand know I'ma blow that
The head was trash I gave his hoe back
Stick in My pants they know I tote that
I got that bag ain't gotta show that
I'ma richest young nigga out My city
Niggas mad ain't fucking with Me
I drop My mask and get to hitting
We on they ass until it's finished
We got mo' poles to plant his fitted
Them folks know that I'm rich I'm still standing on business
Still post up in the trenches
I pay for ha' lashes she buy me extensions
High-speed chase I hope I don't crash can't let em' catch Me wit' it
Cause if I gotta jail won't get a bond them folks gon' have me sentenced
Cause if I gotta jail them bitches gon' try give me sentence
They knowin' I promote the violence and I'm violent so then gon' send me straight to
A I hate a nigga when niggas tryna be somebody that they not
Just because they C another nigga wit' a bag
She tryna eat My D all night
Soon as she pop a E
Police tryna sentence Me
And she gon' eat that dick up all night I give ha' half the E
F stand for fuck u
Pull the G-Lock out My pants
So I can bust u
My cousin on that H
Ion' take no L's but I know you do
EST Flow got a M on YouTube
And I done dropped a lotta of bags on them fools
Awww, you the one that say you P
If I ain't sign wit' Gucci Mane I probably be signed wit' UG-C
Glocks R US
I keep a switch on Me
While wit' My brothers all I hear is SSSS
I got them snakes wit' Me
Might put yo' bitch ass on a tee, for dissing
Bitch that was U
Nutted in ha' V
Call her a bitch that's just what thugs do
I hatted that bitch so when she left, that was a W
Ion' fuck wit' none of My X's
They ask Y cause Ion' want to
Uh, I was in Florida wit' them Z's
1, 2, 3, 9 Glocks on Me
4.5,6, make niggas use they feet
7,8,9, 10!
I was killin' niggas, was not a crime
Because I won't miss a day of slidin'
They ask why that bitch ain't dead yet, cause that nigga hidin'
They ask why that bitch ain't dead yet, cause that nigga don't be outside
And everybody who live in Mobile know fo' sho' ain't lyin'
Everybody live in Mobile know that I'm slanging iron
No question know I'm banging mine
Shoot this Glock like a blunt mixed wit' weed & crack
I'ma lace his mind
Revenge ain't got no days off, so he can lose his life at any time
Like a magic trick watch how I blow his mind
Never go to the gym only time lift is when I'm pumping iron
Oh I been slanging iron, I been slanging iron
Got a 4 pound on Me right now
Who wanna lose they life
Uh
Killed the bitch before he came back and watch us kill him twice
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HA-HA
Ughhh
I love murder
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