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Yeah, we gon' keep this shit rollin'
Yo, V-Dog, what up?
Ayy, grrt
Lord, Lord
This is for my day ones
Hooray when the yay come, weigh some
And I'll let it fly when the day done
Different type of texture, spit it like a lecture
Vest up, believe me, Lord, I'm good under
Pressure (I'm valid everywhere, Lord)
Rollin' up this Fronto
I don't wanna talk unless there's money
In this convo (What you got for me?)
Doin' tour dates with Con, .44 extra long
Plus the street sweeper for a pussy try to act out wrong (Grrt)
Bars for my street villains, parked in the Jeep chillin'
Keep dealin' 'til you got spots up in each building
Put this metal up in your mouth like teeth fillings
Ice pick leave tiny holes, but he keep spillin'
Loyalty's the mob, recorder fee I charge
Is to keep me out the streets with heat and boilin' his heart
If the label fall apart, I ain't fuckin' with no job (No)
I'ma mask up and rob whoever think you a prob, Lord (Boom, boom)
You better pray this shit work for me, me (Me, me, me, me, me)
I make it hard, you niggas won't eat, eat (Eat, eat, eat, eat)
I'll catch you at your shows, right at your event
I'll catch you while you lackin', all twisted and bent
I be on my shit (Huh?)
You better pray for the flea (Flea)
And make sure that I ate (Motherfucker)
Yeah, I might catch you while you signin' a shirt (Huh?)
At your show with your bros and I'm firin' first (Boom, boom, boom)
Fuck is you? I retired the worst
What's inside my bitch purse will send you right in a hearse (Brrt)
Used to sell soft for my studio sessions (Facts)
Fuck cakes, I made hits off a few of them extras (Yeah)
Fake love and loose daps, my snub reduce that (Ayy)
I been gettin' stacks, no more dubs from stash packs (Nah)
Niggas gettin' older (Older), triggers gettin' colder (Boom)
Gangsta in my G-fal, shit is in my folder (Woo)
Birds like a pirate, sittin' on my shoulder
Little bit of dick turn that bitch into a holster (Brrt)
Rap's my profession, I was baptized with weapons
Clicquot and that GMO my halftime selection
Handful of ass, bitch bad out in Texas
Now we pull a bumper off, that's the stash in our Lexus (Skrrt, Lord)
You better pray this shit work for me, me (Me, me, me, me, me)
I make it hard, you niggas won't eat, eat (Eat, eat, eat, eat)
I'll catch you at your shows, right at your event
I'll catch you while you lackin', all twisted and bent
I be on my shit (Huh?)
You better pray for the flea (Flea)
And make sure that I ate (Motherfucker)