gridlock
funeral
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Why you getting pissed off? I'ma let my wrist talk
Kill your ass in gridlock, shoot up, then I drift off
I'm into extortion, get to you extorting
Money, I'm exporting, killing you a sport then
Bloody, bloody fall, bloody, funny when they fall
Bloody, bloody in they tummy when I make 'em hit the wall
Bloody in they tummy, bloody, bloody in they tummy
Bloody, bloody in they tummy, bloody, bloody, it's so funny, oh
Never-ending pain
Hop up in this bitch, yeah, I be flexing every day
Getting racks like it's a race
I don't trust no one, racks on me, they're so long
Gas on me, it's so strong, get your bitch to have some fun
Run up on me, get hit with a gun, man, why they come and go
And lil' ho, you don't piss me off, I feel like I am a god
Yeah, yeah, racks on me, it's made of rust
That's it, don't call me a dum, I was standing by my own
Watching them fall, broad day, kill 'em all-all
Bodies in the hall, you can meet me at the mall
We up at your house when we know no one around-around
I'ma keep it quiet, no, I will not make a sound
I'm ready, I'm ready
I'm counting, I'm running
And I know they gon' hate, but that's cool, yeah, that's great
You was never in my way, your bitch took some on her face
Yeah, uh, wait, wait, hold on, bitch, wait
Wait, ayy, wait, hold on, bitch, wait
Wait, yeah, wait, hold on, bitch, wait
Wait, uh, wait