Straight up out the booth
Straight up out the booth back to another load
Yea
Straight up out the booth back to another load
Always check my mirrors for I make it home you never know they could be on me
Beam with the scope flashlight bitch Im on my toes
Heard he crippin too fuck em tho that don't make us homies
If I fuck with the nigga he should know it I aint gotta show it
No the handshake you lock the C you probably paying nothin
I just wake up hop up on a beat and get to saying something
Real niggas riding to my shit to help em make some money
Took me a long time to get used to them Texas license plates
Only 12 got em black n white around the spot I stay
Kansas City pease say Missouri check the murder rate
If you make it to age 23 you probably murdering
I shop with the boosters that hit Neiman and Im serving em
They keep saying they been on my block but I aint heard of them
Tell them niggas send a couple shots next time I'll know its them
Aint nobody died from my side you niggas froze again
Buying all them poles to get em stole before a body hit
My AK a bad bitch I gotta put a body in it
Stay up in yo lane tho aint nobody buying it
Say you got that pack tho aint nobody trying it
Thats yo biggest problem tryna be another nigga
If you aint got no money you gon be another victim
Mama gon be crying .762's hit em
Penetrate his insides left the blue in em
Them bitches look like crayons or some shorter colored pencils
Them bitches make a whistle when they fly right pass your temple
Take a nigga head off and see what he was thinking
Steal it from yo mental put it on a instrumental
I aint never ran from a nigga even when I ran off on a nigga
I was still in the same city
I should move across from the nigga just to let em know Im standing on it
If he ever wanna deal with it come and check sumthin
I aint never ran from a nigga
And I damn sure aint bout to pick today start runin Im a gunna
East side taught me everything I know about the product
All I know is outside you can ask my baby mama
We was really chasing chicken
Water whipping then we got the blendin
That could change a nigga life forever couldn't fuck with the sentence
Never ran off on a nigga stuck around and ran it up
I remember tryna get the plug to fuck with me for months
Now Im up these bitches try to cuff me eat my dick for lunch
We go crazy with them pieces up in Neiman's when we punch
You aint coming here to go to sleep you know bout to fuck
I can't let these niggas play me never know who I can trust
Trend setter real trench baby I don't do trends
Caught up in the world for my dog tying loose ends
Back to back spins with these FN's I don't lose friends
Messing with that petty ass shit I just blew ten
Tell em if they catch me on the road with this Im goin FED
I aint going out without no fight u know Im blowing lead
I was finna front my dog the pack but he a powder head
Now he in the county pushing lines and eating powdered eggs
You aint bout to make to thru this war I gotta lotta bread
Chopper get to raining on u niggas like a shower head
We all know the killers round this bitch so u aint gotta say it
They know that Im plugged in with the Mex's so u aint gotta weight it
Them bitches look like crayons or some shorter colored pencils
Them bitches make a whistle when they fly right pass your temple
Take a nigga head off and see what he was thinking
Steal it from yo mental put it on a instrumental
I aint never ran from a nigga even when I ran off on a nigga
I was still in the same city
I should move across from the nigga just to let em know Im standing on it
If he ever wanna deal with it come and check sumthin