Lyrics: Arkmallah Hilliard/Demond Price
Music: Raki Barlow
Yea
Ah
This sound beautiful
Shooters shoot
Killers kill
You dissing on the internet that's how you really feel
You bout to find out how a bullet from a semi feel
Told you i ain't just a rapper nah i'm really real
Chicken ishkabibbles when i'm on my Philly chill
You a bum you don't know a pair of buschemis feel
Cross the mob your wig getting peeled
Blaming this chopper all you pussy niggas getting drilled
I wrote a wax one of my bitches count it
I used let her bag it but that bitch could sniff a mountain
Free my niggas sitting in the mountains
I get to letting off this drum you bitch niggas bouncing
Pockets on the mottos finna bust nigga
Know you niggas hate to see me up nigga
You know whatsapp nigga
Out in cali smoking moon rocks like im korupt nigga
Woo machine
No fiction this my actual life
More whips than mel gibson in the passion of christ
Actually sheist
Ill played niggas under hand
Handle her like a panderer raised by a number man
Slick can't call it closure
Cus extortion be on going with no exposure
My bar game like the scar game ear to lip
My manteca hit the pavement niggas clear the strip
Two mac spoons in the pack
Twelve in the bundle the dog food kept him fat the sword kept him humble
Gotta avoid snakes and rats when you in the jungle
Niggas will creep and one you
I peep the weak among you
Donβt sleep and let em slump you
Politicking with thieves
No honour turn to drama
Grab the armor let them bullets fly
I'm from do or die
Penitentiary rules apply
Niggaz too lazy to work and too nervous to steal
Went from strong arming for a living to trying to get a deal
My spanish joint got indicted she tryna get appeal
She want die medellin like griselda for real
Still trafficking through the mail had to tell he chill
Transaction through the sales from a federal Jail
Like ill