Verse 1



Shhh (two guns up mothafucka, two guns up mothafucka (overlap))

Real shit...styles p shit..

If p want you dead, i aint comin' wit niggas

Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor

So ya homies got something to pour

That's that old school shit

I aint tryin' to put you under the floor

I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds

And i heard you say you rich

So you can't get lower than styles

Kill everybody dead just so noone can smile

Play the streets my whole life and i been flowin' a while

Biget i rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga

Was shoot shit i'm tellin' the truth

If i lie, may i die in the middle of the verse

My niggas hustle from first to first

Twelve months in a year

Gun on your waist, blunt in your ear

Pat in your sock, trade at the back of the block

With a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark

We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six

While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick

That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix

Catch me on "?" gettin' sixty a shift

Holidy styles, nigga i aint nothin' but streets

Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet

And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat

To show niggas that i'm nice and they aint fuckin' wit me



Chorus



Felony niggas

Cop cock heavily niggas

That'd arm rob seventy niggas

You know

Murderin' niggas

You want doe, they servin' you niggas

Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on niggas

You know

Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe



Verse 2



All i know is drugs and guns

And plenty of weed

And that bitch that suck dick

And niggas that bleed

And if you're rich before you go

Get a watch and a drop

You better hit the court house

And better bail out the block

If your son aint worth shit

Niggas'll smuggle your daughter

I come through in a porshe

The same color as water

I got weight, what you want

I can cover the order

They call me boss when i cross the border

Six shot "caught her?"

I hear niggas say my face is screwed

But i'll put six in your stomach nigga

Lace your food

Scream "fuck every rapper" that hate that i'm rude

But that's that sp shit, you can take it or move

We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed

There's only six nice rappers

If you wanna be real

Niggas die everyday from talking that dumb shit

That where they're from shit

All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick

Just another dumb bitch

Go to church to get the holy ghost

I did my dirt and got the holy ghost

Look at the world through a niggas eyes

Dont be a bitch, you gonna live and die

Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by

I pray to god that we make it to heaven

But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven

You know four, five and seven, hot as fuck

And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us

But since niggas still alive they should be tellin you somethin'

You aint hear from holiday, he aint tellin' you nothin'

You know..cocksucker..



Chorus (2x)

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