Yeah
Universe
Trust me this one's serious
Yeah
Giggs, Trigga
Spare No-1, O.T. fucking D
Yeah the dynasty
Shit's real
Yeah
I'm saying
Yeah
Look
I'm saying, talking 'bout clips
Even Moses walked with a stick
And had them pricks aborting their strips
Said keep it tucked, in beef just buck
And load up, burst off
'Til they're folding up
So don't fuck with my cream
My team's the mob
We rob, shotting fiends the job
We're road hogs
Straight dogs, while your team are slobs
You know me, fuck if he winges
I'ma take the door, right off the hinges
Roll through, take the food I'm gone
In and out in a flash, that's what I'm on
Nothing long
Niggas know that there's cash with cotton don
I ain't gonna ask you twice
You best pass the parcel
If not Giggs, pass the knife
And when I see you with food
We're stealing the lot
The next night, wheeling your block
With no Glocks, got the streets locked
I hear you saying my name, I let the heat cock
Yeah I've been hot in this game since nigga beat box
This the greaziest production
Niggas get your heaters out and buck 'em
The D's we gotta duck 'em
You'll have your spirit leaving you for nothing
This the greaziest production
Niggas get your heaters out and buck 'em
The D's we gotta duck 'em
You'll have your spirit leaving you for nothing
I'm guaranteed to spit the potent stuff
The way that I be murdering beats
You need to get them wanted posters up
Niggas disrespect me then I'm supposed to buck
I'm rolling with the pump
That's my bitch, only time I ever hold a slut
Niggas get your matics out and load 'em up
As soon as chits get told it's us
Us, bitches open up
Catch me on the grizzle with a load of dust
My shit's so crème I call my clientele sponges 'cause they soak it up
Dust head salute me, put your noses up
I've got about 37 dots, I'm tryna turn 'em to a roll of bucks
Niggas on the strip don't wanna show me love
But when you see me rolling up
You can catch a slug, from the shoulders up
Niggas gotta know, who the fuck it be
Hollowman, S-N-Wallowman
Swift, O.T. fucking D
Chilling up in Unit 10, puffing weed
Nigga I'm the hardest out, I'm making it official
Stop the fucking beat
This the greaziest production
Niggas get your heaters out and buck 'em
The D's we gotta duck 'em
You'll have your spirit leaving you for nothing
This the greaziest production
Niggas get your heaters out and buck 'em
The D's we gotta duck 'em
You'll have your spirit leaving you for nothing
I'm a fan of the past
But I'm part of the cypher the way I handle the bars
Watch my DJ wheel it
'Cause when I spit the crowd ain't feeling it
I'm a, I'm a must to see you sitting uncomfortable
Adjust your seat, you ain't flat on your back tight
When I punch on you and lay flat on your back tight
Riders wanna pedal on me, then ride up and pedal on me
But if you ride up and pedal on me
I'll pop your chain, you can't ride or pedal on feet
As I pedal on beat, but I ain't policeman peddling
So pedal on
Nah I don't mean riding over a cow when I pedal on beef
'Cause peace of mind, to a police's mind
Will help my peace of mind
Taking a piece of mine
Forget a police it's fine, these P's are mine
Coming around my piece, disturbing the peace
Not giving a piece of my privacy
And in my own company's where I like to be
I'm innocent
But nicking me was probably pre-decided a previous time
Probably in my previous life
Chief of police, police are chiefs that need to please their wives
Before I do, read this line
Don't read my wrongs before you read my rights
This the greaziest production
Niggas get your heaters out and buck 'em
The D's we gotta duck 'em
You'll have your spirit leaving you for nothing
This the greaziest production
Niggas get your heaters out and buck 'em
The D's we gotta duck 'em
You'll have your spirit leaving you for nothing
