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Hoodfame Killuminati
G$ Lil Ronnie
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Aye Chef get yo' ass out that pot, nigga!
Aye, Rollie on me ice'd out
You ain't bout that action pussy nigga need to pipe down
Bih give me that pussy, give it here I'm talkin' right now
Kilo on my neck, I keep a glizzy I can fight now
We got white, good dope and the price right
VVS shinin' in the dark like a nightlight
Pop up with them choppas pussy nigga we not bike life
Nine pints of that lean lean lean, that's all I buy
Ten O's of that OG gas, I got a bale on me
Drop out by the bag, pussy nigga ain't no scale on me
Choppa in the VIP at my show, I keep a shell on me
Ain't beefin' with these rappers
'Cause I know that they gon' tell on me
Shoot it out, hell nah what the fuck is that?
Pop up where he at, grrrrt bow, leave a nigga flat
Nigga really pussy, yeah that nigga he a cat
He stuck in a jam I bet that pussy nigga rat
Aye, that's a fact
Waste a case of Hi-Tech on my bezel
Smokin' dead opps, fuck yo' partnas, I'm so disrespectful
Hoodfame gang we rebels, take that bitch up to another level
I know my time is comin', I been talking to the devil, aye
Hoodfame killuminati, I ride with AK's no shotty
They took my nigga Zach now we goin' body for body
One up's top opp in the trenches lurking to mozzy
Imma send a thotty, pop up clear the whole posse, aye
Flip it for a profit, cook that dope like hibachi
Run up in yo' spot masked up like Tekashi, aye
Balenciaga runners nigga these ain't huarache's
Bitch I got that sauce, get it hot like srirachi
Sauce'd up, aye, flossed up, yeah
Hoodfame BMO, bitch you know we bossed up, aye
You ain't see tomorrow, you don't wanna cross us, aye
You kissin' on that bitch, nigga she a toss up (freak!)
And that bitch you cuffin' she really a stalker
She done fucked on everybody, from Allen to style Kirk
Fuck a drive-by, me and my niggas do walk-ups
Get you ended for pennies, life you livin' don't cost much
I'm still clutchin' in the cut, don't get it twisted like a pretzel
I fuck yo' bitch and then I left her, I show her she nothing special
Big ole rocks all in my bezel, got yo' shit lookin' like pebbles
All these Glocks with all these dots
I spot yo' face up like a freckle
Stay on the gas like I'm drivin' and my foot stuck on the pedal
I keep the metal, bih go through for niggas that like to wrestle
If we beefin' ain't no settle
We go extra with the pressure
Shoot yo' shit up back to back until the mission 'come successful
Fuck the waitin', I'm aggresive
Tryna fuck this bitch like right quick
I want the head soon as I met her
Ain't really with all that night shit
Beat the lil bitch face up how they did Rodney with nightsticks
Them I'm back to the block trappin' tryna run up on a nice lick
Trappin' and jackin', boy this rappin' was just a hobby
I get my check I'm coppin' Mozzys, we can't fuck with no Buggatis
Let them choppas get to poppin', aim at tops we don't do body's
All my niggas know they bout it, they ridin' like Kawasakis
We want smoke, we want all the smoke and I ain't talkin' bout reefer
Balenciagas when I'm stepping', ain't no Fila's or Adidas
Pussy niggas turn to opps, I should've never gave 'em features
We don't need 'em, now they bitches wanna eat us like a pizza
Big racks keepin' them stacks you know ain't no Visas
Bitch I'm flashy with this money, stuntin' like Evil Knievel
Good dope, every sack I'm sackin' up it's gon' be ether
I'm with Chef back in the kitchen whippin' hits up like the Beatles
(Momma, Chef on that stove again!)
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