[Verse 1] Living like this ain't it You need a big lick You and yours spot a house Yeah that bitch a big hit Yo day one so you trust That nigga to be with it All these other niggas talk But y'all really hit shit Hop in the window Look in the closet See a safe now all you Thinking bout is profit Already cracked open Let's see what it's worth It's a stash and cash Aw these niggas doin dirt Yo mom got cancer This'll help stop the hurt Bag it up On foot through the hood Y'all skrrt [Verse 2] You and yours see the Hit y'all did on the news A segment on a string Of B&Es followed too Seeing your own deeds make You think the feds pressin' All this unwanted clout Got you lil niggas restless You decide to go get a Blunt to relieve the stressin' Hit gas station to Buy a wrap to roll Yo bro is at the counter as soon As y'all through the doe For he's the one that Just turned 21 years old You feeling hungry so You go to grab a snack Out the window you notice Pullin' up a old beat up lac 4 niggas pop out 4 semi auto macs Lined you niggas up with That fuckin smack attack Yo boy in the front You was in the back You was by the chips So you barely got hit Bro got the worst of it Now he in crit At the hospital his Mama tried to hit you Yeah he got it bad Now you feeling sad All you can do is feel Hopeless and sit back Looking at him take his Last breaths with a shit bag [Verse 3] Lately you ain't spent A lot of time with yo child You tell her you gon take her To the park for a while Her face lights up she asks If mom is coming with You ain't got the heart to Tell her that her mom's a bitch You tell her you can hit Your new fiance up She say you and me is fine She don't like her too much Yo patna hit yo line bout A play with some heat You say you can't you with Yo kid at the park in the east He say bet but in his head You just made it easy for him He just tried to set you up But yo ass ain't even knowin' You trust him since y'all go Way back to high school He seen yo status in the hood And he been jealous of you Been a snake, feelin' up yo Lil sis since she was two 6 years he put that Lil girl through hell She saw that y'all was always Tight so she was scared to tell Don't get me started on What he's done to yo daughter Nah let's not even bother Right? You a good father Instead let's talk about that New hoe you gave that rang He been all up in her throat and She been throwing back that thang Giving him information on you Playing you like a game Long day at the park Yo lil girl fun Fell asleep in the backseat After the day was done It's been a time since you Felt this much joy and pride Before pulling off you open yo Phone just to check the time You see something that tear All that joy to fucking shreds A text from yo fiance says She feels the love is dead You ask why with no text Back you almost cry You gotta stay strong But you feel you wanna die Crack the window down Smoke and get high Open up yo phone again To yo camera roll You and yo babymoms In old photos Suddenly some niggas Run up on you saying Run all of yo jewels Being raised in these streets Backin' down's against the rules He looks away you reach In yo lap for you tool He puts one in yo neck And it goes straight through As you drift you just remembered Who was with you Before death you pray to God That she didn't get hit too [Verse 4] You depressed because You and you girl are at odds She storms out the house And leaves yo ass to rot Her kid just got shot and You know that's hard to lose But you feel it's wrong for her To take that anger out on you You call yo homie up to See if he got booze Nah but I got other downers I guess that'll have to do He swing by both of y'all Exchanging all yo problems Mutually feeling like y'all Running out of options He tell you bout his brothers How they all living dangerous Youngest dead younger bangin' The oldest did something heinous Double homicide but he Does not want to explain it If pigs find out he gon Be the one they blaming You put on a movie to Drown out how life is hard As y'all watch y'all start Binging hella bars You pass out thinking This what real friends are for You wake to a corpse Sprawled cold on the floor [Verse 5] You and yours blew all Of the last that y'all stole You got addicted so Now you want mo' You got the location Of a nigga flexing gold On top of that he is all alone He ain't with someone else Or another You even find out he the one Ran down yo homie's brother You relay it to bro You done got this nigga charged Y'all head out to the spot See him chillin in his car He looking at his phone Yeah that boy slippin .45 bangers both of Y'all extended clippin' Run up on him point down Tell him don't get to trippin You glance at yo bro Making sho it's still a go He shake his head lookin At you like nigga no Confused you look back See his flag in his lap That he reaching for So you clutch yo trigger Let it blast Little did you know behind him Sleeping was his daughter Bullet went through and Hit the toddler in the noggin [Verse 6] Just got hit for yo stash So now you down The gang just got the In on the way get out This bitch at the bank Yo nigga bussin' in the mouth She said she down with the come up And she'll help y'all no doubt Y'all set it up for weeks It's time to go now You the driver waiting outside Eyes on the door Alarm goes off then Out yo niggas pour Bags of dough in the car To start a bakery and more Distant sirens lights behind you Push the pedal to the floor Bust a right round the wall Or you gon make they day Hit a kid skipping school He was in the fuckin in the way [Verse 7] Yo nigga just passed Y'all just had the wake At the service you can't even Look his mom in the face You look around seeing That the church is half full A bunch of heathens tryna Play his fam for a fool Sympathizing with his lil Bro and sis as they cry You know they loved him and That in they head they asking why You thinking the exact same Because this shit ain't right It's time for you to walk up And stare at his body It begins to feel like you're The one who really rotting Fight back the tears you A gangsta ain't no sobbing Funeral home and the Pastor just yawning Approaching him it's more pain The more you get close Stomach turning and feeling That lump in your throat Whispers in the room of some Folks who barely knew him Saying good riddance he was Just a worthless hoodlum You ball up yo fist you really Know how he was movin' The only ones who feel yo Pain is in the gang there boolin' All y'all know he had the purest heart Of those who with the movement To these fakes here daily News is God they chase a fox You stand before his shell Chilling lifeless in a box You say what's up just like when Y'all met when y'all was tots Bout to fall to yo knees to Pray to God for a response When he says nothing It rips apart your core That's when you realize You and yours is nevermore Now you try to wrap your head Around why this all started Thinking you was the target You should have Been dearly departed Apparently the niggas Who did it feel the same You'll be surprised at Who else just came You look past cousins fighting Yo nigga's lil whores To the outside world through The large church doors A fleet of hittas With some sticks that Resemble swords Nah they guns lil nigga Did you think this was done The shit that's underway Is a full scale war They spray and pray With automatics Everybody hits the floor 13 including yo YG Meet they ending Not only was he yo YG But he was yo sibling [Verse 8] You at a kickback with yo Fam in the hood Familiar faces all around Everything good Yo kids playing games With they cousins in the yard They friends here too Down the street a row of cars You co-hosting it and You glad all is well Everybody mingling Sweet laughter and yells Yo cousin pull up that You ain't seen in a bit Months ago he just Got out from a bid He's glad to be out And he also brought his kids You catching up with him and Ask how he's been He said he all good Still on the same shit You don't pick his brain You just tell him stay safe When the streets grab hold you Know it's hard to get away Matter fact he was at a Funeral just yesterday Pull up chairs and Shoot small talk Ice cream van pulls up Kids run to the sidewalk Ice cream man hands out free treats Y'all let then have they fun then Tell them get up out the street Kids finally listen and now He can pull off You see yo cousin smile Joke about him going soft He's about to rebuttal But before he can Different guys slide by In a different kinda van In there hands Ain't nothing sweet Big boy toys Military heat They aiming at you cuz You right by him Before y'all can react All them niggas fire Yo people try to rush Everyone to safety But it's too late Bullets even hit the babies Cut caught 4 You got 5 One hit him Right between the eyes Yours in the chest You bleeding out to death Your life flashes as you lay to rest They tagged you and 20 more near Ask God why we are all here

[Intro] ...Aiming straight to your dome [Verse 1] Sending shots to your home Wherever you may roam We will find you You could never duck these bullets Yeah nigga, behind you Caught that pussy slippin' So we sniped him from a bayou You ain't worth shit We could buy you from your homies You a fuckin' phony You from the hood? That's bologna Where do you think you are roaming We hope you like organ donoring For all our misslies are homing We don't need no case So we don't leave no case But if we do fuck a cop chase We jumping the states [Hook] Grippo grippo grippo grippo Grippo grippo grippo grippo Grippo grippo grippo grippo Grippo grippo grippo grippo [Verse 2] We don't give a fuck about you centerfold Call up the bitch eat her placenta hole Your lies are getting too old for the streets You will be burnt by heat from the elite If you choose to switch Don't start to bitch These burners already ready to pitch Your body is ready to catch You showed that when You showed you're made of fag It is about to spit At your fucking wig To make that hoe split Your big mouth perfect To suck on a dick You will be ransacked You keep talkin' shit Make you run your whole fit Do not make eye contact Your slut fucks in the back Of the lac she's content You fuck with niggas who Won't hesitate to amplify Then you will find fire Enflamed your entire supply [Hook] Grippo grippo grippo grippo Grippo grippo grippo grippo Grippo grippo grippo grippo Grippo grippo grippo grippo [Outro Skit] Y'all talking all tough And acting like y'all scaring somebody Who you think you scaring bro? I ain't saying nothing! Nothing! Yeah Fuck y'all *spits*... Bet.

[Verse 1] Welcome to the hood Shit could be a lot better Which means it ain't too good Grab yo iron Be ready to let it go That's the first lesson you should know When you riding thru this hoe Stay on all toes Niggas vicious killas Bob and weave Dodge the rounds Or you'll be victim When you spot an opp Do not hesitate to kill them Otherwise you letting them Familiarize yo rhythm Folks be out here sinning They gon hate you if you winning Even yo own bro will plot on you From the fucking beginning Harshly it appears The life that we livin' But what would you do With this world we was givin' [Chorus] Shit bitch You know what I'm bout ho Got this gangsta shit for they dome Shit bitch You know what I'm bout ho Shit bitch You know what I'm bout ho Shit bitch You know what I'm bout ho Got this gangsta shit for they dome Shit bitch You know what I'm bout ho Got this muthafuckin' pole And I'll aim it at your throat [Verse 2] Hoes ain't shit Bitches worthless Use them for a fuck And/or they purses Not in that order Know what comes first One could get you reimbursed The former could get you a hearse The baddest ones will set you up Beware of the thirst When a bitch say she love you That just mean she on attack It's OK to say it back But always keep yo heart black [Chorus] Shit bitch You know what I'm bout ho Got this gangsta shit for they dome Shit bitch You know what I'm bout ho Shit bitch You know what I'm bout ho Shit bitch You know what I'm bout ho Got this gangsta shit for they dome

[Intro] Alright, go [Verse 1] Erase him from the planet High speed Nigga damn it Uppin' them thangs that be Rampaging ravaging damaging Not them singles But them shits that hit Yo soul like blessings In rapid succession Yo set one way or another Gon get the message This is not to be messed with Some of yo niggas is rats So watch who you invest in Not everybody fake the fønk Be careful who you testin' On go Trigger finger restless You know We is really steppin' On y'all hoes Fold Before you pussified ass niggas Get exposed Motherland piru'd down But slime will wipe yo nose Shots from all angles Body mangled Strike a pose [Hook] Jugg him Then dash Dash off Dashed off Rob his ass Then dash off Rob his ass Then dash off Dash off Unload everything Then dash off Jugg him Then dash off Spin it back Dash off Smash and dash Dash off Pop him Then dash Nab it Then dash Dash off Dash off Grab it Then dash Muthafucka you know that's yo Muthafuckin' ass if you don't dash Dash off! See the feds then you dash! [Verse 2] Aye Whoa Man Who tf you think we am Tryna fuck up our plans Will get body slammed Even if it's Jakes Fuck a body cam As soon as you leave for work They kidnapping yo fam You gon pay cash if Yo ass give a damn You probably don't Say bye to dad lil Sam To you it's sentiments But to us it's business bitch OG said witnesses Lose all of they innocence If it's you or the gang You better know the game You look dumb tryna figure out Where to shift the blame The mirror will let you know You shoulda stayed in yo lane [Hook] Jugg him Then dash Dash off Dashed off Rob his ass Then dash off Rob his ass Then dash off Dash off Unload everything Then dash off Jugg him Then dash off Spin it back Dash off Smash and dash Dash off Pop him Then dash Nab it Then dash Dash off Dash off Grab it Then dash Muthafucka you know that's yo Muthafuckin' ass if you don't dash Dash off! See the feds then you dash! [Verse 3] You don't know yo ass from yo Mouth but you still be talking When we get to walking You'll be running to yo coffin You said you wanted smoke Now you can't stop fuckin' coughing Yo hood gon sell you out Because you the cause of they loses You gon leave this Earth Then yo family gonna wallow Yo volume reduced as we Loudly fill you up full of hollows After that it's us that Yo bitch is gonna follow You thought the thot was loyal But that hoe is just a swallow Fucking bird! "What's the word?" We is all about them verbs That bitch know a lot She a cute lil nerd She even told us bout yo spot That's how we knew where you were [Hook] Jugg him Then dash Dash off Dashed off Rob his ass Then dash off Rob his ass Then dash off Dash off Unload everything Then dash off Jugg him Then dash off Spin it back Dash off Smash and dash Dash off Pop him Then dash Nab it Then dash Dash off Dash off Grab it Then dash Muthafucka you know that's yo Muthafuckin' ass if you don't dash Dash off! See the feds then you dash!

[Intro] You gotta get with it Or you gotta get lost A real nigga gon Muthafuckin' be a boss And he ain't gon let nobody tell him How to get this muthafuckin' money across All y'all bitches just rats And just want that cheese But if a muthafucka like me Set a trap and have you Begging on yo knees You gon muthafuckin' Be pleased to know That you gon have mo' Than you ever thought B4o You gotta get this muthafuckin' paper baby You gotta get with a real nigga who a playa You gotta get that muthafuckin' uh-uh-uh Cheese, that cheddar, that fetti, that muenster I'm just muthafuckin' getting in this function I already know what it is baby! You know I ain't gon muthafuckin' Be havin' niggas talking to me all crazy We gon get to dumpin' Yeah [Chorus] Jiggle that ass bitch Who is that lil ho? We get the cash bitch So move it around Or move on Show all of these hoes You is a pro Jiggle that ass bitch Who is that lil ho? We get the cash bitch So move it around Or move on Show all of your haters Who right and who wrong Jiggle that ass bitch Who is that lil ho? We get the cash bitch So move it around Or move on Show all of your haters Who right and who wrong [Verse 1] Girl How do it look in a thong Hop with it like when The club play song Hot Damn She's fine A dime Divine Top notch prime Baby don't mind That her nigga do crime Dating ain't nothing To her but a grind You too broke to fuck with her So don't waste your breath She only fuck with Real niggas who step She's in touch with men That'll put you to death Gang gang yeah yeah and Her specialty is theft You better treat her right Or you is gettin' left [Chorus] Jiggle that ass bitch Who is that lil ho? We get the cash bitch So move it around Or move on Show all of these hoes You is a pro Jiggle that ass bitch Who is that lil ho? We get the cash bitch So move it around Or move on Show all of your haters Who right and who wrong Jiggle that ass bitch Who is that lil ho? We get the cash bitch So move it around Or move on Show all of these hoes In here you is a pro Jiggle that ass bitch Who is that lil ho? We get the cash bitch So move it around Or move on Show all of your haters Who right and who wrong [Verse 2] Make it Take it Shake it Bake it Ain't it Amazing The way that it's cakin' Is makin' a nigga Go flagrantly brazy And wanting to taste it And having him thinkin' bout Dating and ranging you Claimin' you No tamin' you You moving what made move And doin' what came to do And displaying yo pretty truth To show and prove To petty hoes Who bout to win Who bout to lose It's them or you You mesmerizing to the eyes Now all they pimps Just wanna choose They see a jewel Workin' the stage Bringing the game Pleasure and pain Makin' it rain Give her a raise Makin' em stare Gettin' you paid War and love All is fair Give it to yo bank Or a mani/pedi And new hair Bitches... [Outro] I always gotta get paid I ain't fuckin with none of You niggas who tryna get Me off my muthafuckin' game You tryna get some dough? Then you gotta hit that corner If you tryna get some more Get with somebody like A nigga who gon Muthafuckin' make sho' Everything is already on go And you know a nigga a pro Gotta keep it real Gotta keep it tight You need a muthafucka like me Always gotta show his might Gotta show his iron Fist up in this bitch Ya dig?

[Intro Skit] You don't know the gravity Tell us now This here This isn't something new Fighting the urge for destruction It is about as hard as fighting the urge for creation The base of existence being so heavily reliant on These fundamental urges we are expected to fight Mysterious way huh? Judging one another on this, yet We all have it [Intro] You niggas ain't gon get A-muthafuckin'-way from us Bitch, you think this shit Is a muthafuckin' joke? We'll show you what the fuck You gon laugh at now Nigga got that shit right on me! On me nigga! Got it nigga! On me! Fuck a nigga talkin' bout?! Yeah ho, yeah! You dig what's going down? Fuck y'all! We got them shits That'll muthafuckin' drill [Verse 1] Poppin' out with bannons You bitches'll get dismantled If you fuck with us you handled Blammers blowing out yo candles Tryna play both sides of the Bread will get you sandwiched Niggas really hoes That think they mothafuckin cold Until we raise the temperature To torch a fucking nigga's soul Yeah hoe we bold Burning blazing blasters explode To send you below Pressure paranoia panic pain By the steel Afterwards hit the gas To dash whippin' Twistin' the wheel The faster that You try to run The harder we step on yo heels [Interlude Skit] *cries of anguish* Skin his face Chop off his dick Rip out his heart [Verse 2] When it comes to stacking corpses Bitch you Yamcha I'm Vegeta Palming yo skull and bringing Yo face up to the heater God Damn Niggas sleeping Wake the fuck up cretin And bear witness to the demon Feeding harlots semen That have kitty secreting If her scent strengthens my appetite You know a nigga eatin' Don't fret babygirl A nigga never teething Working my tongue will Make wanna return the treatment It's a turn on when she Pitch black or white and pale The kind that a nigga Like to keep to himself She under the spell Of a spirit straight from hell One that fornicates with A fetish for popping shells Toll of the bell Free all my soldiers they Got locked up in them cells [Interlude] We been on this shit! Out here in these streets With that heat Niggas out here Thinking shit sweet Got that bitch And Imma muthafuckin' bone Then leave her alone Get the fuck off my phone Blocked Yeah ho! Uh-huh! You thought you thot! I'm a muthafuckin' Nigga who rock Straight from the rock Got this muthafucka goin' off Check a nigga mane! Nigga! Try me! I'm a muthafuckin' nigga To let a nigga muthafuckin' Die slow! I'm real about this shit ho! Yeah nigga this the only time You'll catch a nigga raising his voice Anytime a nigga out here Doing dirt it's low Never muthafuckin' Talk to them folks Whoever out there When we ride by nigga Muthafuckas better know nigga Muthafuckas better realize And be aware of What the fuck going on Niggas gon get the message bitch! [Verse 3] So you suppose to break us Fuck you cowards thanking Real ones bout to pull up And have yo legs quaking Fuck the cash you banking Are you gon take it with you If you is left stankin' You should watch who you talking to They might end up chalking you The threats you send are miniscule If we miss we spinning yo Block like a fucking rubix cube And cutting the feeding tube That you eating through Akimbo leave you lying in rubble After it's cocked bitch Prepare for trouble Make it double Weilding Team Rocket Shit is off the hinges when them Choppas get to knockin' How you gon see yo future With no eyes in the sockets [Outro] Pull that shit with one hand then Grab my dick with the other hand Fuck you mean boy! What you want?! We got them! Bitch! You fuck 'round You fucked up, nigga! We know where you at! Any muthafucka out there! Nigga gon get it! Got them muthafuckin' sticks That'll turn a muthafuckin' nigga Who think he a G into a bitch! You already know! You better know Or you gon get Muthafuckin' shown! [Chorus] God's Wrath Hell Rage Last book First page

[Verse 1] You won't move You just flex Who you tryna cross Who you finna check It can't be us Adrenaline rush That's what a nigga feel When an opp tries to run Shit in the hood because We know we is bout To get understood Them boys think they raw Fry them up in lard You just turned these choppas on These bitches bussin' hard Send yo spirit far past The mothafuckin stars The rap game's just my child A nigga known for raising bars As soon as you droppin dimes Your systems are being unraveled Letting all these pellets travel Body slapping the gravel Judges let walk by the Last impact of the gavel Dogs free to eat Violence overheat Niggas think it's sweet Til they tongue get snipped out Or get hit by a round from multiple Of them pummelin' in they crown [Hook] Pop Run Shots Blood Mob Guns Wars Won Pop Run Shots Blood Mob Guns Wars Won [Verse 3] This life that we livin' Getting fucked so hard She getting pinned To the ceiling Bacteria infects Destroying the penicillin To every enemy Killing you is thrilling If wanna play dirty we Gon smother you in mud Mop him off the floor When the hammer go thud Blood death gore If you wanna get it popping Then the gang gon get to bombing And have all you niggas dropping 'Til you begging us to stop it [Hook] Pop Run Shots Blood Mob Guns Wars Won Pop Run Shots Blood Mob Guns Wars Won Pop Run Shots Blood Mob Guns Wars Won Pop Run Shots Blood Mob Guns Wars Won

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