MJ
Gutta TV!
You gon’ be big!
Hog Life!
They Not Us!
Yeah, yeah, look at these diamonds, heh!
{Verse 1- Jay Lewis, 187KD, Yung Flag, Yung Catch, Alief P. Lee} <- Each rapper gets 4 bars
I'm tryna get this lil b#tch out her drawers
You know that I'm silent, I ain't got no flaws
I just be sneaking and ducking the law
She tiring me out, I be locking her jaw
We shoot sh#t, don't need no gym
Glock 19 with the ruler clip
N***** talk loud, they doing sh#t
f#ck all that talk, let's just tool this bih
Where all the n***** that screaming? This pressure
I'm trying to put a f#ck n**** on a stretcher
And I f#cked your b#tch, and that ho, she a special
Move on a n****, watch thе mob stay witcha
I be on go 'till the opps can't catch up
f#ck on your b#tch then I'm on to thе next one
Slide with them sticks, I'm applying the pressure
Just say it's smoke, then we gonna come get ya (Aye!)
I don't go back and forth, man, that sh#t really lame
Just stay 'cross the bank and I'm stuffing the drank
He playing for keys, why the f#ck is you breaking?
Keep a 30 and the MAC-11 30 hit the {?}
We got the M's and n***** want beef
I pull out the 40, you hide and I seek
I make n***** bleed like a cut to the knee
I get them pounds, I get 'em gone
Lord know a n**** living wrong
I was strapped up before I did a song
I just pray they let my n***** home
Run them laps on a f#ck n****, catch up
Finna drop that {?}, hoes get you wet up
What hood do you rep? Throw your set up
We gon' flex all year, n****, flex up
f#ck all that talking, this sh#t in the street
I'm touching chicken, they don't want no beef
I know they mad they can't f#ck with the team
I got that Glock and that b#tch sing like Glee (Umm!)
Been popping my sh#t and them n***** been biting
My youngin' be slanging that rock like a firearm
When I'm dropping these hits on their head like Mike Tyson
My shooter went and f#cked up {?}
N****, I just pulled up in the kidnapping van
She won't know my name, I said it was Stan
I'm slinging that, umm, I'm selling it, yay
These n***** won't pop out 'cause they really scared
I got a big bag, that's why these n***** mad
Keep that hate sh#t over there, now go get off your #ss
I go and get the cash, all my b#tches bad
Ride wit' em, die wit' em, they don't get no pass
Ayy, Flag and his hitters get 'em whacked down
Big Draco on my left, tell 'em pipe down
Shoot a n**** hand off, tell him type now
You don't want no smoke, that's the right sound
Switch up the Glock, b#tch I came with that pipe now
I need that baggie, y'all ask me to right now
Send that sh#t up, we gon' stop when it's light out
Know that sh#t stuck when that stuff is gone right now (Ayy!)
Drunk on a brown and that game put you under
b#tch on a snake, how to {?} when you pluck her
Spin on your block with a hundred round cutter
Still in the hood pushing molly like Gutta
Uh! Not literally
Pop me a Perc, where the enemy?
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