(Kutta cut that shit up man)
First thing on my mind when I wake up
Gotta go get me some cake up, then murder
They take one of yours but don't cry
Get off your ass and go slide, and shirt 'em
I'm gettin' a whole lotta green
Can put me a bitch on her knee and a opp on a tee
I got a whole lotta partners, they go catch a body for me
They don't charge me a fee
Miami I ain't leavin' my heat
Ice on my neck but I still got that fire on me
Cheerleader I'm catchin' bodies like freaks
Plastered the room I'm killin' 'em neat
I got a whole lotta glizzies I ain't workin' no job but Lil Darius still get busy
His partner 'nem got a location the shit don't even matter
I catch him he still get missed
Find out where they be at we campin' out all night
Damn, what happened to? All white
Catch 'em we wet 'em we leave 'em at stoplight
Back porch gang we leave 'em there all night
2-O, they died, we ain't died yet
He said that he 24 Kobe, he shootin' them shots he shootin' like Shaq
Lil' kid game when it come to them niggas, Whackemo gettin' 'em whacked
My manager tellin' me to focus on rap but I'm out there flippin' them packs
Ain't workin' at Lids but they knock ya down, I'm still tryna catch me a hat
New ho every day, you crazy as hell you think that I'm cuffin' a gnat
Face shot, leave the boy brains on a mat
Yeah
Y'all know what the fuck it is
952 The Label, nigga
Yeah
Brrah
Pussy
Murder
Yeah
Who the fuck told these boys they was steppin'
I'm never prayin' to God I'ma spin on this block
Tell that pussy go talk to the reverend
Spend a dub on my necklace they say lil' buddy be flexin'
I'm not a regular pedestrian
Sparin' nobody get 'em whacked all you hearin' about it
223, 556, that fuck nigga played he get put on this shit
I got this shit out the mud
Told twin you good you ain't gotta go hit no more licks
Swear this shit came out the blue like a miracle
Put some racks on your head I ain't feelin' you
Who is these niggas?
Swear to God I influence these niggas
They make me mad I'ma drop me a hundred
Have you ever seen a young nigga drop shells out a hummer
I'm really lit in this rap but I stay in the trap I'ma beat that bitch right to a coma
There go Luh Anti, if you play leave that fuck boy on standby
Look I'm rich as fuck, I spent a rack on my truck
Niggas runnin' out of luck
I gotta get it, I'm still completin' them missions
I'm really havin' this chicken, it's just the beginnin'
Walk out of Saks with my pockets so fat every time you see Anti he havin' them racks
Oh, we can't get at that boy we gon' get at his brother
Say what you know about that?
Brrah, shots out the SCAT, pussy
