Got up off my ass had to get sum
Got this cross on my neck tryna bless sum
We be popping up clapping them weapon
My shooter contagious you don't wanna catch none
Got my doggy a new Mac 11,
He think dropping these opps his profession
Hope my cousin got up into heaven
This cross on my neck and I got some confessions
Got up off my ass had to get sum
Got this cross on my neck tryna bless sum
They be capping we actually stepping.
We be trapping and stashing the extras
We be snatching his rang and his necklace
Baby I stay wit them reppers.
Baby I aim for the head it be chalk in the street
Man he ain't want the pressure
Took my blood out to breakfast Baptain Brunch
All of my weapons packs a punch
She took off her dress and backed it up
She suck on my dick and you pass the blunt
My bitch caked up like tiramisu.
Sticks out if they making a move.
If he touching my brother or touching my sister
I promise I'm front page news
Took my blood out to breakfast Baptain Brunch
All of my weapons packs a punch
She took off her dress and backed it up
She suck on my dick and you pass the blunt
My bitch caked up like tiramisu.
Sticks out if they making a move.
If he touching my brother or touching my sister
I promise I'm front page news
It be capital murder stashing the burner
Heater on me boy I'm strapped wit the furnace
Pull that bitch out and they acting real nervous
You be on shit we ain't actually heard of
I took an L had to resurface
Trapping again back up in service
But i'm in that Audi GT like i'm German
Got up off my ass had to get sum
Got this cross on my neck tryna bless sum
We be popping up clapping them weapon
My shooter contagious you don't wanna catch none
Got my doggy a new Mac 11,
He think dropping these opps his profession
Hope my cousin got up into heaven
This cross on my neck and I got some confessions
Got up off my ass had to get sum
Got this cross on my neck tryna bless sum
They be capping we actually stepping.
We be trapping and stashing the extras
We be snatching his rang and his necklace
Baby I stay wit them reppers.
Baby I aim for the head it be chalk in the street
Man he ain't want the pressure