[Intro]
Triple B3am
What, huh, huh, what
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
On God
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
50k really ain't shit to me we spend that on Amiri’s
Pussy nigga all these bodies but ain't do a killing
Made my youngin slide in hot boxes back to back They spinning
Gummo in my lungs got me numb I'm high for half a century
My youngin jump out that car broad day waving that carbon like John Wick
I’m his stick papi I'm John man with this shit i send a whole blitz
Slide through the apartment Shooting this bitch up nigga
Yeah we going fast told Yano I give his ass a extra thousand if he hit him in the head
I'm toting my Drake it's my and KK I told Big Bloody go fly his jet
Yano & Briccz finna piss me off I'm mad as hell y'all ain't find him yet?
I'm Doctor Miami I’m paying for bodies don’t ask me Shit about a rap check
I'm Smoking this strong fucking up my lungs
Bluе Tip 556 stuffed in my Drum
Don’t play on the net causе I'm not one of them
Catch a nigga at the school while he getting his son
We really shoot shit for the fun them boys go crazy for the funds
I'm a warlord in the slums i don't go nowhere without my gun
My momma said i got that look again all my life been doing crooked shit
I’m on the edge you ain't gotta push me there
I stand 10 toes cause ain't no pussy here
What you think you the only nigga with a gun?
You can't beef with a nigga with more money
I make my young nigga go to the store for me
Whack you broad day i give some raw to him
Niggas know i got more hits than gotti
Paranoid in the car so the stick beside me
I point my finger cuz get too wildin
Like back to back bitch we sliding
Nobody get pave nobody dying
Stand over the nigga look him dead in the eyes
His heart still pumping hit him dead in his eyes
Wake up every morning got death on my mind
Slide off foreign quick to drop a hundred on a nigga block
They put fifty on me guess them bitches know that pap the biggest opp
I could've brought a AP i drop fifty on a nigga top
I send yo momma out to meet the morgue
After we send the shots they like “Pap you tripping”
Bitch I'm high out my mind this Gummo to the biscuit
Thirty S this a compact 4-5 but the stick extended
Roll the window down no we jump out clear the crowd
And the AK go to hitting spit rapid rounds left him on the ground now they reminiscing
[Outro]
On God
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